"It's just Hunter."
Now it was my turn to smirk.
"Oh really? Like Madonna?"
He scowled at me slightly. Ding ding ding! Score one for Team Callie! Gran covered up the uncomfortable silence.
"Now Callie you sit down and have a snack. Girl doesn't eat half enough I tell you."
Hunter dragged his eyes down me body again. Slowly. I cringed, almost feeling his eyes on my skin. He paused at my breasts on the way down, and between my legs again on the way up. I was froze, shocked at his forwardness. My face felt like it was actually aflame by the time his eyes met mine again.
"She looks alright to me."
Alright? ALRIGHT?
My feminine pride took immediate offense to that. First he eye fucks me, then he insults me? Not to mention, I knew he was lying.
I looked better than alright and I knew it. I'd had doctors chasing after me from the first day of my residency. Mostly married doctors but still. I was asked out by someone on a daily basis. Doctors, patients, delivery men, strangers, you name it.
And Mr. Eye-Fucker extraordinaire thought I looked ALRIGHT????
I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to lambast the idiot. Gran must have sensed my mood because she closed her hand over my shoulder and hastened me out of the room.
"Alright Callie girl, maybe you do need to unpack after all. Go on now."
I turned and left, vowing not to give the bastard a second thought.
Chapter Two
Hunter
Hot damn, that was a fine looking woman.
I watched as my sweet elderly neighbor bustled her bratty granddaughter out of the kitchen. After everything I'd heard about the girl over the past few months, I'd been expecting a plain faced saint. Or an angel.
But Callie was no angel.
She might look like one, but her temperament was more than of a devil.
But her eyes, her eyes were something else entirely. Smart, whiplash smart. Sexy. But innocent, with the puritanical zeal of a preachers wife.
Damn. What the hell had I gotten myself into? And I was into something, like it or not. It wasn't just sparks that were flying between us.
It was giant lightning bolts.
Best to wash my hands of her before I got in too deep.
Immediately, the thought of what to do with those clean hands turned into a vision of exploring Callie's hot little body. Taking my time. Making her squeal with pleasure.
Of course, I'd have to get past her defenses first. And the prickly little bitch had Norad level defenses.
But those eyes man, Jesus. Huge, thick lashes, throwing daggers at me. And the color. I'd never seen anything like it. Beauty wasn't everything though. The girl might be as smart as a whip but she was also as cantankerous as a mule.
She certainly didn't care for me. No matter what the sight of that tight little body was making me want to do to her. With her. But I never messed around with girls that young, educated or not. No matter if I knew the sex would be explosive.
I grinned to myself and bit into a muffin.
It would definitely be explosive, and not necessarily in a good way. The girl would probably try to kill me if I laid a hand on her. But then, after I'd gentled her with a couple mind bending orgasms, then she'd unleash that passion on my body.
And then she'd really kill me.
I took another muffin from the tray and inhaled.
To hell with it. It would probably be worth it.
Chapter Three
Callie
I lifted my head from my book. I'd dozed off again while studying. A little stickiness on the side of my mouth told me I'd been drooling.
Nice.
I stood and stretched, grabbing my hoodie. A walk around the block would do me good. Fresh air was all I needed.
I stepped outside into the brisk Fall day and stopped in my tracks.
Fantastic. Of course. He was outside again. Hunter was on his back under his bike, with tools spread out around him. He still managed to notice me immediately.
Boy, did he ever.
The man did have a pretty nice set of bed room eyes, even I had to admit that. The kind of eyes that made it clear any time spent in his bed would not be laying down. Not for long anyway.
A shiver went through me, straight to my you-know-what.
I tossed my hair and walked past him, ignoring the heated look he was giving me. Scratch that. The look he was giving my legs.
Jesus.
Did he have to look at me like she was something good to eat? Worse than that, did he have to look like he was starving?
Not for food. For me.
It might be flattering coming from anyone who was not a criminal!
We'd been playing this little game for over a week now, ever since the day I'd come home. He would stare at me. I would ignore him.
And every night I'd lay awake with my body feeling like it was on fire. And that was just from his eyes.
I wondered what his hands would do to me. Or his mouth. Or his…
I shook myself mentally and focused on where I was walking. It was a nice quiet day. In fact, they were all nice quiet days. Even quieter than things had been before Hunter moved next door.
Gran said there was something about having him around that made the rest of the neighborhood behave a little better.
If that was true then maybe I was being too hard on him. He might have some redeemable qualities after all. Other than the fact that he clearly wanted to go hard on me.
Jesus, what was wrong with me? Even my thoughts were full of innuendo!
Get a grip girl. He's just forbidden fruit.
There's a reason they call them bad boys you know.
Chapter Four
Hunter
I put the cap back on the oil gauge, which I'd checked for the tenth time this month. I loved my ride but this was getting ridiculous. All the same, I had my reasons for the overzealous maintenance.
Hell, I needed a reason for hanging around in my front yard.
It was just an excuse to see her. The brazen hussy who had somehow wiggled her tight little ass under my skin. I hadn't stopped thinking about her since that day in the kitchen.
Not for an instant. I was sporting ten boners a day. That had to be a record at my age. And I hadn't hung out with any of the club girls either. I knew they wouldn't be able to scratch this particular, giant, itch.
Only Callie could.
So I worked on my bike. And my other bike. And I did maintenance to the front of the house.
It's not like I could just sit out front in a lawn chair with a beer and a bag of popcorn, waiting for Callie to come out and put on a show.
I grinned. It wasn't such a bad idea actually. I wondered what little Miss short shorts would say about that. Probably a lot. Callie was very sure of her own opinions among other things. I had figuring out a lot about her over the past ten days.
First of all, she had at least three pairs of those tiny little denim cut offs. I knew. I was counting them.
I wasn't a religious man but I thanked God every day this week that it was still so unseasonably warm out.
Callie definitely did not have a boyfriend either. Nobody who was that pent up was getting laid. I liked that about her. I liked it a lot.