Page 47 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

But she looked so beautiful lying there. So peaceful. That scowl she’s always wearing when she looks my way was gone. And damn if she didn’t look adorable all curled up with that cat who, despite my allergies, had no problem sleeping on my feet this morning.

I wanted to bask in that for a moment longer for a reason that makes no sense to me.

I’ve been trying to figure it out all morning, but all I’m coming up with is that maybe I’m starting to enjoy my time with her more than I’d like to admit.

We’ve settled into a routine of sorts.

She’ll parade around the apartment in barely there shorts and a tank top her nipples are always poking through. I’ll wear nothing but a pair of sweatpants—the kind that really show off my cock—and stare at her until she can’t stand it anymore and hides away in her room.

It’s a battle of wills, and so far the competition is dead even.

By midmorning, I’m still thinking about her, and in an effort to distract myself, I decide a swim is just what I need.

The moment I push open the door to the rooftop pool, I regret my decision.

Lying on a lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool deck, there she is.

Her head is thrown back mid-laugh as she chats with the older woman sitting next to her, who I recognize as Lucy. Her long legs glisten in the sun, hair tossed up in the same bun she always puts it in as soon as she gets home, and sunglasses cover her face.

But that’s not what really draws my attention.

It’s her body that’s barely covered by a tiny-as-fuck red bikini, the bottom of her tits hanging out of it, that has my eyes nearly popping out of my head and my dick twitching in my swim shorts.

I’m torn between marching over there to toss my towel over her and stripping it from her body.

Wait. No.No stripping.

I donotwant to touch her.

I donotwant to touch Holland.

I’ve been good with my thoughts these last few weeks, keeping images of her out of my head. Not since that day in the diner have I thought about her in any sexual positions.

Mostly because I’ve kept my distance, but still.

I don’t want to think about her. I don’t want to have these thoughts.

But I know just how soft she feels beneath my hands. How sweet her lips taste. And it’s damn hard to forget that.

As if she can feel my stare on her, her head whips my way, and I don’t even have to see her gaze to know she’s glaring at me from behind her sunglasses.

I paste on a smirk, shaking all naughty thoughts of her away, and make my way over.

“Thanks for saving me a seat,” I say, claiming the chair next to her. I swear I see steam coming from her ears.

I ignore her, peeking around and sending my new building manager a grin. “How you doing, Lucy?”

I haven’t seen much of her since we moved in, but every time I do, I make sure to be extra sweet to try to woo her.

I think it’s finally beginning to work because for the first time, she smiles back at me.

“You can cut the shit, kid. I know you two ain’t dating. If you think for a second that I ever believed it, you’ve got me all fucked up.”

She laughs at the shocked expression on my face. I’m not even sure if I’m more surprised by the fact that she knew we weren’t dating or the words coming out of her mouth.

“Don’t look at me like that. My body might be old, but my mind is still young. I can pick up on things just fine.”

Holland snickers, and I turn my icy eyes on her. “Did you know she knew?”

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