Fuck, life sucks. I’ve been focusing on work instead, and hoping that my job will keep me from thinking about the pretty woman non-stop. Yet, she still circles in my mind day and night, and when I retire for the evening, I rub one out imagining her sweet curves trembling around me again.
Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do?
Resignedly, I knock on the door in front of me. The only distraction is work, and I set my jaw in a firm line as my shoulders go stiff. As a construction foreman, it’s my job to oversee various projects, and our latest project is a doozy. My crew and I have been hired to change the windows of every apartment in an enormous residential complex. It’s not a difficult job, but it’s boring because it’s just doing the same thing over and over again dozens of times. Yet, I’m throwing myself into this window-changing project because hopefully the constant toil will keep my mind off the woman who’s been driving me to distraction.
I stand on the landing and wait for a minute, but there’s no sound. I’m just about to knock again when the door finally swings open and my mouth practically drops to the floor because it’s Patty. My Patty. The one that I claimed on the living room couch at my home. She looks just as surprised as me, and stares right back.
“Patty?” I furrow my brows. “What are you doing here?”
She guffaws.
“I think I should be asking you that. I live here.”
“You do?” I stammer. “Oh right. Right, I’m from Rapids Construction and we’re changing the windows on all the apartments, courtesy of your management company.”
Her brows lower and then clear.
“Hmm, I remember now. Management sent out a notice last week, I just forgot. Sorry about that. Come in,” she invites, stepping to the side quickly.
My heart feels like it’s about to pound straight out of my chest but I make myself stay calm. I have to act the adult here because I am the adult. I’m responsible for what happens.
Patty closes the door behind me and I look around. It’s a spartan apartment, as befits a college student, but it’s not bad. The ceilings are low and the kitchen could use a complete renovation, but otherwise Patty’s done it up with colorful tapestries, a second-hand couch that looks about to cave in the middle, and an ottoman that’s bright pink.
“My parents got it in Morocco,” she says with a rueful smile. “It’s not the color I would have chosen. I wouldn’t have chosen anything so poufy either.”
I chuckle.
“No worries, it works.”
Then, we just stand there and look at each other again, unsure of what to say or do. My eyes drift of their own accord from her sweet features to the small tank top barely covering her breasts and then down to the even more revealing short shorts made of grey jersey. Fuck. I can practically see the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric and my cock hardens. I don’t see how any man could stand to look at Patty for more than a few seconds at a time without getting excited because her body is temptation personified.
But I don’t want to come off as a disgusting lech, so I shuffle around, attempting to hide the growing problem in my pants as I clear my throat. “Well, I—”
“So I broke up with Brian,” she cuts me off, staring up at me with hopeful eyes. “I mean, I know I broke up with him while we were at your house, but I called him again last week and broke up with him over Facetime just to be sure. So I wanted you to know that we’re in the clear, Mr. Hickman.”
I let out a deep breath that I didn’t even know I was holding because the issue had been weighing on my mind. I didn’t want to be caught in some sick love triangle with my son because that’s too perverted even for me.
“I’m glad,” I growl. “You deserve better than him.”
Patty smiles brilliantly.
“I’m glad you think so,” she murmurs. “But I knew I was done before the phone call anyways. Brian and I barely even talked, believe it or not. We never had sex either, so it’s not like I’ve been with both him and you, Mr. Hickman.”
I stare at her, my mind whirling.
“You’ve never had sex?” I manage in a hoarse voice.
She giggles again.
“No, of course I’ve had sex, silly. I’ve just never done it with Brian because he never seemed to be interested. I mean, we would fumble around a bit in the dark, but we never got around to home base, if you know what I mean. We didn’t even get to third. We were at second.”
I can’t believe my ears.