Page 26 of The Cannon
“Her.”
He slides his keycard into the double front door and holds it open for me to enter.
“Oh, wow!”
That’s about all I can say when I see his space. There’s not a touch of his personal style or anything referencing adulthood. It looks like a twelve-year-old boy ordered everything he lusted after at the mall.
Except for the gym equipment which takes up the bulk of the huge living room.
“I know. I can see it on your face. This was a bad idea.”
His voice trails off. Poor guy. I can’t take his embarrassment.
“No! Don’t even think about it. It’s a great space. Really. I think you could really make something wonderful out of it with a little help.”
He looks at me with those piercing eyes and tilts his head, questioning the truth of my statement. I can’t hold back my laughter any longer.
“Oh my god, Sawyer! This is crazy!”
We start laughing and can’t stop. There is no hiding my actual opinion. I’ve never seen a grown man’s apartment or condo or house that looks like this does.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” he says locking on mine.
He comes toward me with his hand out.
“Come here bad girl.” He leaves no room for discussion.
I back up. “What? No!!”
Looking around for a pathway through the toys, I see none. Tripping over the corner of the treadmill, I recover and get further away.
“Stop!” My hand raises and fingers spread as if that alone will deter him.
“No. You insulted my décor. Now I’m owed second-base privileges.” He comes closer with the devil in his eyes.
“You’re out of your mind! Get back you animal!” I scream. Then I decide to quit fighting the inevitable. He’d catch me in a moment anyway.
“I haven’t seen your other rooms, so you can’t do this,” I say in a weak argument.
He gets this deliciously evil look on his face.
“Want to see my bedroom?”
Oh crap.
“No, I don’t. I’ve reconsidered.”
He takes me in his embrace but doesn’t go for my buttons.
“A kiss. I’ll settle for one of those. I can wait until you want to show me the rest.”
Chapter 7
Sawyer
My balls are still aching an hour later. But I can’t blame it entirely on the kiss, or ten. Right now it’s the shapely legs keeping me in the zone. That and the black sexy high heel that dangles from her toes. She’s wiggling it as she sits cross legged at our table. Even the arch of her foot is sexy looking. There will come a day when I nibble on those painted toes.
It’s hard to look away from how sweet the girl looks. I guess that’s called a summer dress. Pale yellow, full short skirt that shows a few inches of something lacy and black underneath. It’s a tease. Toned arms and satiny shoulders are exposed. Fabric wraps around her neck like some swimsuits do. There’s no sign of a bra. I looked surreptitiously for hardened nipples. No luck.
