Page 10 of Unforgettable You

And now I was staring at her tits. Great. They were very nice tits though. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples pressing through her thin shirt.

Looking at her nipples wasn’t a good idea either, so I focused on her face again and was hit by a bolt of pain, but then the longer I gazed at her face, the more subtle differences I saw. Kaylee’s eyes had been truly blue, where Sophie’s flirted between blue and green. Kaylee had dyed her hair blonder, especially in the summer. Sophie’s cheeks were rounder, her face…sweeter. Except for her chin. That was all stubbornness.

“You’ll have to message Tyler and have him bring the master key. He’s usually pretty good about showing up, but it might take a while.”

A nice person would invite her inside to wait for Tyler the head of maintenance to get over here. Was I that nice? I wasn’t feeling particularly nice, but then she bit her lip and I found the words falling out of my mouth anyway.

“You can come in and hang out until he gets here. Fold your laundry while you wait or whatever.”

Her eyes widened.

“Are you sure?”

Instead of answering her, I unlocked the door and held it open for her. “Just get in.” I wasn’t going to ask her again.

Sophie scurried ahead of me, nearly taking me out with her laundry basket.

I didn’t care what she thought of my place, but I’d cleaned up and organized yesterday.

Sophie looked around and I instantly regretted letting her in.

I set my crap down by the door, and Sophie set her basket down on the couch and started typing on her phone.

Annoyed by the quiet and this woman invading my space, I decided to mostly ignore her and went to my bedroom to change out of my hiking clothes. Normally I’d put on an old stretched out dance tank and some booty shorts, but I wasn’t gonna wear that with Sophie here, so I pulled on a pair of leggings and a regular T-shirt. I made sure to put on a bra, even though I didn’t want to.

I brushed through my hair and wished I could take a shower, but I wasn’t going to get naked with her here, so it would have to wait. If I could, I would have hidden in the bedroom as long as she was here, but my laptop was in the living room and I really needed to upload the new chapter of my current fic. I’d gotten myself on a schedule of regular updates and I didn’t want to disappoint my readers. Sure, I was writing everything for free, but I still felt a responsibility. Every week I’d get comments that people loved my stories and they were helping get them through some rough times. Readers would sometimes pour their hearts out in their messages and that affected me. I couldn’t let them down.

Bracing myself, I went back into the living room and found Sophie folding her laundry and chewing her lip.

“Is he on his way?” I asked and she spun to face me, holding a pair of lacy underwear in her hands that she’d been in the midst of folding.

They were pink and feminine and for a second I lost the ability to both breathe and swallow.

Sophie yelped and dropped the underwear onto the floor before diving down to grab them. She shoved them into the basket, her face beet red again. It was cute how much she blushed.

No, it wasn’t.

“Tyler?” I prompted her when she didn’t say anything and wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Is he on his way with the master key?”

“Yeah. He’ll be here in twenty minutes he said.”

I nodded.

“He’s usually pretty prompt, so he probably will be.” As far as property managers went, Tyler was a good one. He’d show up when shit broke, and he wouldn’t make you feel bad about it. He and I often shot the shit when he came to fix things, or I ran into him when he was dealing with a finicky dryer. It was one of the reasons I liked living here, even if the amenities weren’t the best.

Sophie nodded and started chewing her lip again. I wanted to tell her to stop doing that. She was going to make it bleed.

I coughed and realized I should maybe be a good hostess or something.

“Do you, uh, want anything? Water?”

She shook her head and went back to folding laundry.

“Suit yourself,” I said as I poured myself a glass of filtered water from the pitcher in the fridge and then downed it, trying not to watch her too much.

She’d finished her folding and was fiddling with the corner of something.

“You can sit down, you know. My couch won’t bite.” Sophie jumped at the sound of my voice and her eyes flew to my face.