Page 9 of Mister Curb Appeal
A second passes before either of us say anything, then he cups his dick with both hands now — yes, it takes both hands — and politely says, “Could you pass me a towel?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck!
I just barged unannounced into the shower with an unsuspecting Joshua Lucas, and now I’m just standing here like a moron, my mouth opening and closing, but no sound comes out.
EARTH TO BRAIN!!!
“Of course, I’m so sorry!” I leap out of the shower like my life depends on it and grab a towel off the rail. Turning, I stick my arm back in the shower stall, holding the towel out to him.Don’t look down. Don’t look down.And I don’t mean to look — really, I don’t — but Joshua has his back to me, washing the soap out of his eyes and I get a bird’s eye view of his ass. If ever there was a perfect set of buns, fresh from the bakery, then he wins the award, hands down.
I hear a throat clear and my eyes bounce back up.
Dark, sexy blue eyes stare down at me. I can’t be sure, but I think I see him smirk.
Chapter Five
JOSHUA
Lexi’s eyes dart up from below my waist as our eyes meet.
“Enjoying the view?” I give her a lopsided half-grin as I take the towel from her outstretched arm and quickly wipe my face. Fuck, body wash in the eyes sure stings, as does my bleeding leg where Lexi’s cat just clawed me.
I’ve no fucking clue what she’s doing here, but fuck it, I’m not complaining. She’s like an apparition — a very welcome one.
She points to my dick, or it could be my knee. “You’re bleeding.”
I dry myself off quickly, wrapping the towel around my waist. “I’ll live.”
She turns around. “I’m so sorry, Joshua. I… um… I’ll leave you to, uh, get dressed.”
I don’t even have time to stop her. She darts out of the bathroom like a bat out of hell.
I want to be sorry, I really do, but I don’t have the heart. The way her cheeks flushed when her eyes dropped to my dick… fuck yeah, that didn’t just make my day, it made my whole year.
I pull the towel off, scrub my hair for a moment, then resecure it around my waist.
I didn’t bring any clothes into the bathroom with me, so I have no option but to leave the bathroom and head toward the open living area because the bedroom is at the front of the house.
Lexi has finally got ahold of her cat, and I thumb toward the bedroom with a smirk. “I’ll just put some clothes on and be right back.”
She just nods, embarrassment flooding her pretty face. She looks like she wants to cry, and I don’t want that. Turning her back on me, she busies herself drying the moggy off with a dishrag. Obviously this is some kind of honest mix up because my dad and her boss had the cabin booked for the weekend.
Pulling on some fresh sweats, my heart races in my chest as I scramble to cover myself.
I half expect my apparition to be gone when I step out into the main room, but nope, she’s still here. Mr. Snuggles is still protesting as Lexi finally lets him free and he darts away up the hallway again. Clearly, Mr. Snuggles hasn’t learned his lesson not to snoop around a house he’s not familiar with.
I clear my throat and Lexi jumps a mile in the air. She’s still sopping wet, and my eyes involuntarily dip to her cleavage. Fuck me if her white blouse isn’t stuck there and her ample breasts are practically visible if not for her lacy white bra.
My cock immediately stands to attention.
“Alexis,” I start, running a hand through my hair. “Look, I’m sorry, there’s been some kind of mix up.”
She bites her lip, teeth pressing firmly down, that delicious blush spreading across her cheeks again and I save from smiling. I should not be smiling. This is serious. Well, she did inadvertently touch my dick with her hand, and share an impromptu shower with me fully clothed. It would almost be comical if I wasn’t still in shock about her just appearing out of the blue.
My mind may have flashed to what it would have been like with her naked in there with me, and my dick sliding into that slick, sweet pussy that I’ve often dreamed about.
“Alison is sick and she said I could take the cabin for the weekend. We have a client, and she’s very needy… well, she’s lovely, but kind of famous, and Ali was worried about rescheduling because it’s such a sought-after area and Monica loved the photos. You know what it’s like with clients, you have to strike while the iron's hot and all of that,” she says without taking a breath. “And I didn’t see the cabin was already taken until Mr. Snuggles ran into the bathroom and – oh my god…” She slaps a hand over her mouth as if just remembering.
“It’s alright,” I say, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Clearly my dad didn’t tell Ali that he’d told me I could take the cabin, and Ali didn’t tell Dad she’d invited you. I’ll remember to thank them both later.”
