He shrugged one shoulder. "I wanted the privacy and quiet."
Deciding I'd been nosy enough, I started for the house and waved for him to follow. "Come on. I'll show you the spare room."
Val smiled again, this time with a warmth that exceeded friendliness. Not that he was leering at me. Flirtatious seemed like a more accurate description of his expression.
No more sleeping with guests, Evie.
Val caught up to me, that smile deepening. "I appreciate your hospitality and plan on taking advantage of it often while I'm staying here. If you don't mind."
"That's what I'm here for."
"Are you a nudist, Eve?"
"No. I run the place, that's all."
"Too bad." He skimmed his gaze up and down my body. "I've never seen a woman more worthy of the nudist lifestyle."
This guy was trouble. Sexy, flirty, down-and-dirty trouble.
And I hadn't slept with a man in almost a year.
Val winked at me, still smiling.
Oh yeah. Big, big trouble.
Chapter Two
Val
I trailed Eve into the house, letting myself enjoy the view of her luscious ass cupped by the shorts that barely covered her bottom. The woman had a body any man would worship, even the ones who preferred other men. Her curves were a work of art, and the freckles on her lightly tanned skin hinted at creamy coloring under the surface. I wanted to lay her down in the grass and crawl up her body, exploring every inch of her with my tongue and lips.
We would be naked, of course. I was a nudist after all.
But she wasn't. Eve owned a nudist resort but kept her clothes on. Somehow, that made me want her even more. Fantasizing about what treasures she hid under those shorts and that tank top could keep me entertained for days.
Eve led me through a large kitchen, waving an arm to indicate it. "This is where I make the food for all my guests, but meals are served in the guest house. While you're staying here with me, you can grab a snack or a pop from the fridge anytime you like."
"Will I take my meals in the guest house or here with you?"Please say with you.
Eve paused on the threshold of a hallway, whipping her head around to look at me. The long locks of her strawberry-blonde hair bounced around her shoulders. Her bright-blue eyes widened briefly, and she caught one side of her bottom lip with her teeth. "I guess that's up to you. I eat here."
"I'll have my meals with you, then." I couldn't stop staring at her lips, full and pouty, and the way she was biting down on her lower lip. What would she taste like? The flavor of her mouth would be different from the flavor of her cream, and I wanted to sample all of it. All of her.
She sucked in a deep breath, her breasts lifting, and exhaled it in a rush. "Moving on…"
Already, I was deeply in lust with those breasts. Not too small, not too large, just right for holding in my palms while I suckled the tips.
My fantasies about her breasts ended when she spun away from me and started down the hallway. I counted four closed doors.
Eve pointed at the first door on the left. "That's the bathroom. We'll have to share." She twisted her head around to give me a sheepish smile. "Hope you don't mind girlie things. The bathroom is pastel-colored and full of my stuff."
"Doesn't bother me." My mind went straight to a fantasy of me shaving her legs in the shower. "I have two sisters, and they left their things everywhere in our house when we were children. I know more about feminine hygiene than most men would want to."
"I bet. Over there is my photo studio," she said, pointing to the door opposite the bathroom. "My bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right. You might have noticed the other doorway leading out of the kitchen. That's the living room, where you can relax and watch TV if you want." She walked up to the next closed door on the left, turned toward me, and pushed the door open. "Here's where you'll be staying."
"Directly across from your bedroom."
"Both bedrooms have locks on the doors, if you want to ensure privacy."