She turned and her watery eyes met mine.
Watching on, Alice, an older neighbour, happened to be in her garden with her Jack Russell.
I waved at her, and Theadora, noticing my dotty neighbour, gave me a subtle eye-roll.
When we were in my front yard, I said, “Thanks for not making a scene in front of Alice. As it stands, everyone will hear about it tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “It’s becoming difficult to keep a secret.”
I scratched my jaw. “You’re right. Small villages have their charms but also setbacks. People love to gossip.”
I led her inside. “I’ve got pizza.” I tilted my head. A peace offering of sorts.
“I guess I could eat. I am hungry,” she said, with a faint smile.
“That’s better.” I kissed her cool lips.
She sat at the island in the kitchen, and I opened the pizza carton and got her a plate. “Help yourself.”
“Mm… thanks. Yum. Just what I feel like, carbs.” She smiled shyly.
Back to that uncertain girl.
I liked every shade of Theadora. Feisty. Shy. Sexy. Nervy. Sad. All of her.
“About earlier.” I wiped my mouth with a paper napkin. “I didn’t mean to tell you what to wear.”
“That’s okay. It’s understandable. It’s not a nice look. Me getting around in tiny shorts and a tank top.”
“I’d love to see you in tiny shorts and braless.” I smirked.
“That’s because you’re insatiable.” She pulled a face and made me smile. “But hey, I’ll stick to wearing loose clothes. Even if it means shopping at a charity shop for vintage grandma clothes.”
I laughed. “You’d look great in a sack. But hey, wear what you like. But maybe a bra. You’re a big girl.”
My dick stretched as my eyes travelled down to her tight blouse. Her nipples hardened, and I wanted to devour her more than my slice of pizza.
“Talking of clothes, well underclothing.” I felt myself blushing. Ridiculous really, considering how I generally ripped her underwear off with my teeth. “I bought you something.”
I couldn’t resist after walking past a lingerie shop. I had this thing for lacy underwear, and Theadora wore it well.
Very well.
“Oh really.” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Mm…” She held her chin. “Let me guess. Lacy and skimpy?”
I nodded. “After destroying all of yours, I felt it my duty.”
She giggled.
After we ate, we settled on the sofa.
“How’s the boot camp going?”
“It should be up and running by the end of the month.”
“That’s so soon,” she said. “Will you be running drills too? Or just overseeing it?”
“I’ll just oversee it. Carson will be in charge. He’s formidable when it comes to getting results. I’m too much of a softy.”