Page 67 of Fish out of Water
Julia suddenly jerked away. “Why are you growling?”
“Because you frustrate me.” I was tired. I was irritated.
And it was all her fault.
Her and those damn panties.
I practically dragged her to the parking lot, all but shoving her into my car before pulling away and driving as fast as possible to my house. Thankfully she was quiet the whole way, keeping her mouth shut until we pulled into the garage.
Unfortunately, once she did open her mouth it was to add fuel to the fire I spent a night trying to put out.
“The seat’s wet where I was sitting.”
“It’s fine.” I turned away, doing my best to tamp down the image my brain tried to conjure up. “I’ll get a towel and clean it up while you get ready.” I held open the door to the house, waiting for her to come inside.
“Aren’t you a gentleman.” Julia stopped just inside the garage to toe off her shoes. “I’ll leave these out here. Don’t want to get anything else wet.”
I closed my eyes and fought in a deep breath.
When I opened my eyes she was out of sight, leaving me torn between wanting to chase her down and knowing I needed to stay the hell away from her.
Because honestly, I didn’t know what to do with a woman like Julia.
I’d tried once and failed miserably.
I grabbed a towel from my bathroom while I waited, taking it out to wipe the seat down, clearing away any sign she’d been there.
Which didn’t make me any happier.
I went back inside, tossing the towel into the laundry room off the kitchen on my way to the liquor cabinet. Hopefully a drink would take the edge off. Restore all I worked hard to put into place.
I was halfway through my scotch when a light tapping moved through the front of the house.
“Wish me luck.” Julia’s voice was so low I could barely make out what she said as she passed Amidala’s tank.
I braced myself, planting my feet as the sound of her footsteps reached the doorway.
“Jesus.” It came out under my breath. There was no stopping it.
No containing it.
Much like the woman doing her damndest to take me down.
“I think I’m ready.”
I should have made her show me the dress before now. Just to soften the blow.
Julia glanced down, running one hand along the deep green fabric fitted to her upper body like a glove. “Is this okay you think?”
It was more than okay. The dress was…
Was…
Fucking torture.
The top was cut low enough to show the soft curve of her perfect tits, and the long bottom was loose but cut high on her leg. High enough that if she moved right, I might get a glimpse of the panties hiding barely out of sight.
“It’s fine.” I just wanted to stand and stare at her.
