Jealousy courses through me as she does what she’s told while her head swivels with three double-takes of Carson’s bare chest. Damn him. Is it really that crazy to think her compliance is anything other than her not wanting to be underdressed near strangers?
She looks good in the oversized shirt that she’s clutching closed in front of her chest. Too good. My cock strains against my pants.
“You, Nathan Moore, live here with Carson?” She pulls her sunglasses down to peer over them then shoves them back in place with a scarlet red manicured fingernail. Her bright blue eyes stir a familiarity inside of me. Do I know her? Am I so obsessed with our business that I could forget a woman like her?
I step closer but my shins hit the chair. “How do you know my name?”
Her jaw inches to the side as she worries her plump lower lip. Carson adds other relevant questions before she has a chance to answer.
“You mind telling us who you are and how you got into our house? And where your clothes are?” His tone is demanding but soft as he adjusts his slacks.
When she lifts her hands as if begging for a moment to explain, the shirt falls open.
I get another glimpse of the tiny white panties I’d love to rip off so I could put a baby in her flat, bare belly. My work-to-play ratio needs serious adjusting. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s not like I’ve never seen a beautiful woman. The familiarity of her eyes haunts me.
“I’m sorry. I can explain.”
Does she catch my gaze and the tension in my jaw as I struggle to understand why I’m about to lose my mind over her? Or maybe she notices my shameless cock. I can’t tell because of her sunglasses. She clamps the shirt closed with one hand, leaving the other extended outward. Reasonable that she’s holding us at bay.
She probably thinks I’m going to devour her. I take a deep breath and glance at Carson. He’s as bad off as me. We’re decent guys but she doesn’t know that. Or maybe she does.
I take a deep breath. “We’re not going to hurt you, but we do need answers, like how you know my name.”
Yeah, I’m hung up on how this insanely gorgeous woman knows my name.
“You’re Natalie’s older brother.” She pauses, giving me a second to let her enchanting voice release its stranglehold on my balls.
Connecting her to my younger sister of eight years isn’t helping. I haven’t seen any of her friends in years, and none of them looked like Goldilocks.
“And you’re…” I lead her to elaborate.
“Zoe Simon.”
I choke on her name. My little sister’s best friend? Impossible. I watched her grow up. My pulse accelerates. I have to force my eyes not to travel down her body again.
“Take your sunglasses off.”
She dips her head, removing them with the hand that’s holding her ear buds, then lifts her gaze. My dick gets no reprieve when she obeys me without question.
The breeze whips her hair across her face and she fusses to tuck it behind her ear as her brilliant blue eyes bore into my soul.
Fuck. Carson and I stare, speechless.
I’ve never met anyone with eyes as intense as hers. As a teen, she’d outlined them with thick black makeup, died her hair black, and rarely made eye contact. Other than being surprised my sister hung out with a girl as weird as her, I never gave her any thought.
My sister would kill me if she knew what I currently wanted to do to her best friend.
“I’m the maid. That’s how I got in. Carson Yeager was the owner’s name listed on the cleaning ticket.” She shifts her focus to Carson.
“That’s me, Natalie and Nathan’s half-brother, although we hardly ever saw each other growing up. But the maid was supposed to be here a few days ago.”
She worries her lower lip again. “I’m filling in because the regular girl quit. Please don’t tell my boss. I just got back to town and if I get in trouble, it could cost me more than my job. I’ll finish cleaning and get out of your way.”
“Hang on, Goldilocks, that doesn’t explain where your clothes went.” Carson pulls us back to the intriguing question.
She has to have clothes. There’s no way I’ll get any work done if my little sister’s best friend is parading around with this much gorgeous skin showing. How have I not seen pictures of Zoe? Guess I should keep up with my sister more.
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