Page 36 of Wish You Knew
The smile spreading across my face was totally genuine as I padded downstairs after taking a pit stop in the bathroom. Just before I reached the kitchen, I heard the sound of the coffee machine. Was there any way Scott could have got downstairs before me? No, it was impossible. Someone else was in the house. My eyes darted from side to side, seeking a weapon to protect me. If I thought about it rationally, a burglar wouldn’t exactly make themselves coffee before they helped themselves to the contents of the house.
Nervously, I poked my head into the room.
Standing at the sink, humming quietly to herself, was an impossibly glamorous grey-haired woman. Dressed in what looked like a Pucci print dress which finished mid-calf, her hair was fastened in a chic chignon. She certainly didn’t look like a burglar.
“Um, hello?” I called.
The woman clutched a hand to her chest and turned to face me. “Goodness, my dear, you scared me.”
“And you me.” My brows knotted together, and I studied her more closely; a vague hint of recognition creeping in. “What are you doing here?”
Her gaze swept up and down me, and I regretted not putting on more clothes. While Scott’s t-shirt skimmed the tops of my thighs, I was buck naked underneath. Any excessive movement, and I’d be flashing her more than I should within minutes of meeting the woman.
“Vivan Woods. Scott’s aunt.” She appraised me once more. “And I know who you are, Rosie. You came to one of my charity dinners recently.”
I clicked my fingers. “Yes! That’s right, the one for domestic abuse survivors. How much did you raise in the end?”
“That, my dear, is neither here nor there.” She turned back to the sink. “I’m guessing you must be here with my nephew, considering my son arrived with me, and was alone.”
There was another man in the house? I tried to tug the t-shirt down to make myself more presentable. “Your son?”
“Yes, Sebastian. I’m sure you’ll meet him later. Now what were you doing down here in the first place?”
“Breakfast. I was going to make breakfast for me and Scott and take it back to bed,” I managed, quite unused to interacting with someone like Vivian.
“Then don’t let me stop you.” She finished making the coffee which had alerted me to her presence, brandishing the espresso cup in my direction. “I’m almost done here, then I’ll be going out into the garden.”
“Rosie! Where are you? I’m not done with you yet!” Scott’s voice floated into the room nanoseconds before his arrival.
Both Vivian and I turned to see him leap into the room, totally naked, sporting an impressive lazy erection.
The three of us screamed at the same time. Scott grabbed the closest thing to him - a copy of the Guardian - to cover his modesty.
“Shit, Vivian what the hell are you doing here?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “It is my house, Scott. I can come here whenever I wish.” Taking a tiny sip of coffee, she spoke. “More to the point, what are you doing here?”
“I told Bas I was coming down, I thought he would mention it to you.”
“You know Sebastian, he’s not always great at the detail.”
Between them, they were painting quite the picture of the elusive Sebastian, Scott’s cousin. I was intrigued to meet him.
“Is he here?” asked Scott, rustling the newspaper around his hips.
“Somewhere. I’m sure you’ll catch up with him at some point.” Emptying the dregs of her coffee into the sink, Vivian rinsed her cup and placed it on the draining board. “I’ll leave you two alone. Rosie, lovely to see you again. We’ll have afternoon tea and catch up some more.” With a wink, she headed out into the garden.
I let out a hard breath, before the giggles started. “How embarrassing was that?”
Scott tossed the newspaper onto the table and closed the distance between us, pressing his dick against me. “Not as bad for you as it was for me.” He slid a hand underneath his t-shirt, his thumb caressing my clit. “Although…”
“Stop, we can’t…your cousin is around here somewhere. I don’t want him walking in on us.” I wriggled against his thumb, wishing we were alone.
“Spoilsport.” He kissed the end of my nose and pulled away. “Now did you say something about breakfast?”
“Only if you get dressed, disappointing though that thought is.” I grinned. “And can you bring me a pair of knickers?”
“Do I have to?” he pouted.
