Chapter 1
Catherine
“Have you seen your new neighbor?” My best friend, Shelly, asked while peeping outside the window like a creeper.
“Stop that,” I said, pulling her away before he saw us. If I was being honest, I would have to admit that I’d done nothing but notice the new neighbor for the last few days. I’d always been attracted to older men. Boys my age were too wrapped up in superficial things that didn’t really matter. But never in a million years would I have thought I’d find a man old enough to be my father so…attractive.
Here I was, though, lusting after a forty-year-old man. In my defense, he didn’t look like an average older man. He was corded with muscles that rippled in the hot sun as he mowed the lawn, the sweat glistening down his shirtless back, tempting me to run my tongue along all those taut ridges. His salt and pepper hair was thick and lush, and I craved the opportunity to push my hands through it.
“Admit it, Cat, that man is fine with a capital F.” Shelly giggled, before plopping herself on my pink duvet. “You should tap that.”
“He’s old enough to be my father,” I protested, desperate to hide my own attraction.
“You’re telling me that if that fine piece of man meat came up to you and offered up the goods, you would say no?”
I turned away from her, not wanting her to see the truth. The bed creaked as she got up, walking around and to face me.
“You little hussy! You have been thinking about getting all up in that.” She pointed her finger at me, sporting a sly smile. I never was good at lying to Shelly. Out of everyone I knew, she always saw through me.
“Fine. I noticed he’s attractive,” I said, putting my remaining clothing in the dresser drawers, needing to keep my hands busy. Shelly started to laugh, her sing-song voice booming in the room.
“I knew it. I was pretty sure that fancy school didn’t make you blind.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. He isn’t going to be interested in me.” I looked down at my body. A body I loved and felt very comfortable in, but I knew that a lot of guys didn’t really appreciate my wide hips and thicker frame. I was all curves, while most boys wanted the girl they saw in commercials or on the cover of Maxim magazine.
“That’s such bullshit.” Her hands waved frantically, pointing at me. “I mean, just look at you. You’re a knockout. You have curves in all the right places and your face is stunning. We just need to do something about these clothes.” She started rummaging through my clothes, holding pieces out to me as if she was touching something ugly and disgusting.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” I asked, looking down at my jeans and oversized t-shirt.
“Nothing. They’re perfectly fine, but fine isn’t going to grab that man’s attention. You need to be sexy. Your curves are out of sight, use those sexy assets. Maybe a sexy schoolgirl outfit…”
“Oh, my god.” I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been watching too much porn.”
“Have you ever seen those Daddy movies? Those are hot as fuck.”
I laughed at Shelly’s blatant words. She was right about one thing, the idea of calling that man Daddy did all kinds of things to me.
“I’m not wearing a catholic schoolgirl uniform. I’m not sure these thighs would work in that.” I slapped my leg to get my point across.
“Cat. Please. Your legs are sexy as hell. Any man would drool over those.” She finally pulled out a pair of short beach shorts and held them up to me.
“I haven’t worn those in years. I’m not sure they would even fit.”
“Even better. They can enhance your bubble butt. Maybe there was a reason you kept them.” Shelly said, wagging her eyebrows. I grabbed the shorts from her, placing them on my bed. “I think you need to put these on and go get some sun.” She then pulled out a low-cut, tight-fitting shirt and handed it to me.
“Don’t you have other things to worry about than me attracting the guy next door?”
“Yes. But I need to make sure you’re on the right track first. Listen, Cat, do this once, and if that man doesn’t come running, I’ll give up.”
I rolled my eyes at her as I went to the bathroom and tried on the clothes. I stood there in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I really was attractive. Full breasts, a waist that dipped. My ass did look great in the shorts. I smiled at myself in the mirror.
“What do I have to lose?” I said before grabbing a towel and a book and heading to the front yard to enjoy the sun and the view.
Chapter 2
Parker
“Fucking hot as hell.” I ground through my teeth as I released the lawnmower handle, engine dying. I twisted the cap off the cold water bottle sitting on the back step, downing it in one furious gulp before throwing it over my shoulder.