Page 6 of Enemy Daddy Next Door
My coffee’s done, so I pour the delicious bean juice into a mug. “Having a cup of coffee. What are you doing?”
Amy holds out her hands and gestures toward my lower half. “Not – not the coffee! You’re –” Her embarrassment gets the better of her and she flips away from me covering her face. “Oh my god!”
I laugh to myself. “What are you so embarrassed about?”
“You’re – you’re naked!”
“I’m not naked. I’m half-naked.” I take a sip of coffee. Perfect. Bold and strong. Just the way I like it. “There’s a difference.”
“I won’t talk to you until you’re clothed.”
Now it’s my turn to clock what she’s wearing. Tiny bikini that’s barely covering her ass. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve taken some long looks at her out by the pool since Jessica and I moved in a year and a half ago. It’s even better up close. However, I’d never want to make her uncomfortable with my gaze. I’m her much older neighbor. Her dad would kill me. I look away. “I could say the same of you.”
Amy looks over her shoulder at me, her silken brown curls cascading down her back. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. “You’ve got some nerve.”
“I’m just saying I think we’re even,” I reply. “Now…” I take a few steps toward her. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Amy’s body softens when she remembers her purpose in coming here. “I’ve had just about enough of your girlfriends sneaking through my yard.”
I resist smiling. So, that’s what this is about, huh? “They’re not my girlfriends.”
Her body locks up again and she ducks away from me toward the other side of the kitchen island. “You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think you even know what you mean, Amy. These are women I have fun with. Nothing more,” I explain.
Amy gapes at me and then darts her gaze away again. She can’t bear to look at me for more than a few seconds at a time. Surely, it can’t be for my propriety. I’m a grown ass man. Perhaps Amy is concerned about hers. What year is this?
“You feel inclined to have fun with them in the middle of the day and then send them out through a stranger’s yard in broad daylight?”
I lower my voice and follow Amy’s trajectory around the island. “I can’t have them going through the house toward the end of Jessica’s nap. Plus, her window looks out at the front of the house. She’d see them walking out front. Best to keep things completely separate.”
Amy looks outright disgusted with me as she backs away. It’s sort of cute. Sort of.
“Have you considered that maybe it’s not appropriate to have women traipsing through your home with your daughter upstairs?” she says in a tense whisper.
“Have you ever considered I am a man with needs?” I echo back in the same tone. I love teasing her. She gets so up in arms about it.
She makes a noise of frustration and turns away again.
I laugh. “You may as well turn around; clothes aren’t going to magically appear on my body.”
She does so, begrudgingly, her eyes very purposefully focused on my face rather than my body. Which I have to say is a feat. Not that I think much of my body, but I do keep it in good condition. It shouldn’t surprise her that I’ve got a line of suitors. “If it falls off and you flash me, I’ll sue.”
“Trust me, Amy, this is on as tight as a chastity belt.”
Her eyes widen briefly. And though I’m still a few feet away from her, I’m evidently too close. She backs up and hits the kitchen counter,
“See?” I jump up and down. The towel doesn’t move. “I’m a pro at this point.”
“Can you not do that? You’re making me uncomfortable.”
I stop. Never in my wildest dreams did I want to make her uncomfortable. There’s a line between teasing and discomfort, and I’m embarrassed to have crossed it. However...it didn’t take much to get Amy flustered. Perhaps she lacks the experience I’ve just assumed she had. Not for any other reason than she’s a beautiful young woman, surely sought after by suitors.
If she’s withheld her virginity this long, major kudos to her. I know men can be fucking pushy. I clear my throat and take a step back. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”
Amy’s eyes flick down briefly to my chest and maybe even farther down, toward my waist. Her cheeks flush. Then, she looks away. “I won’t be an accomplice to your behavior again.”
Listen to her talking like we’re in a courtroom or something. “What’s that mean?” I ask with half a smile.