Page 3 of Honey Trapped

My knuckles meet the white door. The volume decreases a decimal and I knock louder. I told Tish no college aged kids. No pets. No kids. Preferably someone who works a lot. Meaning I won’t cross paths with them often when I’m home. No nosy busybody trying to get up in my business and be neighborly.

The door swings open bringing me face to face with a pretty little thing with striking emerald green eyes framed with thick lashes. Slender nose dusted with freckles. Perfectly bow-shaped lips. Sandy brown hair with streaks of copper and blonde in a bun with a skull printed bandanna fashioned into a headband.

I grew up with three sisters. Learned a few things about women and clothes.

“Can I help you?” She leans against the door partially hiding her body behind it using it as a shield.

Our eyes meet right as Mick Jagger sings about wanting to fuck a sweet ass and sparks flying. Heat shoots up my spine as she holds me captive in hergaze while imagining exactly what Mick is crooning about. Immediately I feel like a filthy old man. She’s too damn young for me to be envisioning forcing my way inside, stripping her bare, and fucking her brains out until I’ve had my fill.

Then I see it.

The sight of a toy box splashes cold water all over my fantasy.

Fucking hell.

Fucking Tish.

I told her no kids.

“You can start by turning your music down.” Maybe she’s the babysitter. She doesn’t look old enough to have a kid of her own.

Her lips curve into an amused smile. Bet she’s thinking I’m a crotchety old man while here I am back to imagining acting out a porno with her starring as the lead eager to take my cock.

“Sure. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m Norah. You must be...my neighbor.”

“Yeah. Your neighbor.” The neighbor who wants to bend you over, slap your ass till it glows red, and pull on your hair as I sink deeper inside you from behind.

“Do you have a name?” Her teeth skim along her bottom lip and my mind slips further into the gutter.

Jesus. The things I’d do.

“Just turn the music down,” I grumble and head back to my place long enough to grab my keys.

The music cuts off next door and I lock up.

As I sling a leg over my bike, I catch shot of a car seat in the back of the car parked in the spot next to me.

“Fucking Tish,” I mutter.

I ride straight to my oldest sister’s office. Soon as I shut off my bike, she’s coming out the door. “You’re back.” Tish grins at me like the black cartoon cat when he’d finally catch the canary.

“What’d I tell you?”

“About what?” She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and lights one up, propping a spiked heel against the brick of the building.

“About what?” I mock and get off my motorcycle. “No kids. Saw a car seat and a toy box. Girl next door looks too damn young to be on her own.”

“Application said twenty-six. She passed the background check. Asking about children must’a slipped my mind,” she feigns in innocence.

“Right. Bet you just forgot.”

I watch her take a hard drag off her cigarette. “Oh, come on, Ace. She had first and last month’s rent plus paid a pet deposit for their little pig. Norah’s sweet and has a good personality.”

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me. There’s a fuckin’ pig in my place?”

“You know one of those little furry things in a cage. Harmless.” She dismisses the subject.

I snort. “Did you listen to a damn word I said?” I shake my head. “Unbelievable.”

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