Page 7 of Property of Grifter
“Georgie, tell your gentleman caller to sit down for breakfast and get him some coffee,” I’m going to pretty myself up!”Nana calls from the living room before I can demand he get out.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
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“He can’t stay, Nana,”Georgia yells back, her gaze never leaving mine.
“Yes, I can, Nana!”I yell out, louder, winking at Georgia.
“Oh Goodie!”the old woman practically giggles from somewhere in another room.I don’t take my eyes off the woman in front of me.
I rub my hand down against my jeans.My cock sprung to life eager to play the minute I walked into the small kitchen to find Georgia’s butt wiggling in front of the fridge.The scrap of fabric used to cover her ass has different types of cats plastered all over them.The top does too, while proclaiming in large letters in wild fonts that she’s a ‘Crazy Cat Lady’.The whole outfit should be illegal—especially since the cold air of the fridge has her nipples poking against the fabric like hard, pointed diamonds ready to cut glass.
Fuck.
“You need to leave,” she huffs.
“I can’t.I’d disappoint Nana.”
“You don’t even know her.”
“Not yet, but I will,” I purr, walking closer to the woman who looks like she walked out of my dreams—my verywetdreams.“You going to give me a kiss for being so patient with you?”
“Patient?What are you talking about?”
“Baby, most men they walk in and find your ass waving in the air like I just did, their cock would be balls deep inside of it before you could take a breath.I’m showing a hell of a lot of restraint because your Nana is here.You should kiss me as a thank you.”
“You’re deranged,” she squeaks nearly choking on air as I teased her.The outrage written all over her face gets me almost as hard as her delectable ass.
“The word you’re looking for is horny and I definitely am.I have been since yesterday and it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?I don’t even know you!”
“You will,” I tell her, bending down slightly to kiss her forehead.Then I walk around her to go to the skillet and see to the food.
“What are you doing now?”she squeaks, sounding completely unsure of herself.
“You’re about to burn the eggs, baby,” I explain, not looking up as I stir the eggs and turn the sausage over.“You makin’ biscuits or we doing toast?”
“We usually do toast,” she says.
I look over my shoulder to find her staring at me.She looks more than a little dazed.It’s a good look and once more, I have to force myself not to attack her.I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.Maybe that should scare me, but it doesn’t.I have a feeling Georgia Cutter is going to change my life and I’m looking fucking forward to it.
“I’ll finish this up and you get the toast going, then,” I instruct.
“I didn’t invite you to breakfast,” she mumbles, but grabs a beat-up red toaster and starts doing as I ask.
“Your Nana did.She likes me.”
“She’s probably hung over from last night’s hot toddy.”
I laugh.“I think I’m going to like your Nana.”
“Probably,” she sighs, sounding forlorn.“She’s insane just like you,” she adds, making me laugh harder.“Why are you here?”
“I wanted to spend time with you,” I explain with an honesty that surprises even me.
