Page 64 of Love and Lingerie (Rockland Falls 2)

“Laugh it up, ol’ man. This is your fault anyway,” I tell him, bending down and soaking up the majority of the urine.

“My fault? How do you figure? I’m not the one who peed all over the floor,” he says, his eyes dancing with humor. “Or on your pants.” This time, he can’t contain his laughter.

“You let the enemy in, didn’t you? You were the only one who would have granted entrance to the pretty little devil and turned his back while she Saran Wrapped my toilet.” Lord knows Felicity wouldn’t have allowed her upstairs.

“Harper did this? You sure?” He coughs to cover his laugh.

“Oh, I’m sure. This has her name written all over it,” I mumble, removing the nasty plastic wrap and spraying the hell out of the toilet and floor with a Clorox cleaner.

“I don’t believe it. Not that sweet girl next door.”

“She’s horrible.” She’s not. “A menace.” Who’s hot.

“And you’re sweet on her.” The old man’s voice is sugar sweet.

I can’t even deny it, because I am. Always have been.

“Anyway, I should head back downstairs. As soon as you change your pants, you better get down there too. When I was coming upstairs, Felicity was fixing the printer,” Dad says, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong with the printer?” I ask, crouched down on the floor and trying not to kneel in the piss.

He turns to go but gives me one last glance. “Nothing…before she started fixing it.”

“Son of a bitch,” I mumble, shaking my head. “I’d rather stay up here with the piss.”

My dad’s laughter carries through the apartment as he heads back downstairs. I’m left to finish cleaning my mess and probably an even bigger one down in the store when I’m done. After that, I have to figure out how to deal with the redheaded vixen down the block. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s the one who Saran Wrapped my toilet seat. Total juvenile move, but do you know what?

It’s going to be damn fun getting even.

Even though I’m headed down to fix my now-broken printer, there’s a smile on my face. I have an idea. A big sparkly one.

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The familiar bell over the door rings, announcing my arrival. She closes in about fifteen minutes so I know she’ll be distracted. I only need a few seconds to steal her keys and execute my retaliation. Harper’s leaning over the counter, writing something on a slip of paper. My groin instantly starts to tighten when I see her formfitting top in a deep purple color that plunges in the front, revealing mounds of creamy flesh. I can already picture the sexy bra she’s wearing underneath, pushing those amazing tits together for my viewing pleasure.

“Stop staring, perv.”

I snicker and casually stroll up to the counter, taking in her long legs in black shorts that hit mid-thigh. I’m rock-hard, my earlier plan for vengeance thrown out the window. I’d much rather throw her down on the floor or bend her over the counter and fuck the hell out of her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice deep and husky.

“I was just thinking about how amazing you’d look bent over the counter, your smooth ass bearing my handprint on display.”

There’s a quick intake of breath before she clears her throat. “Not happening, buddy.”

“No?” I ask, my eyes meeting hers for the first time since I arrived. The desire is clearly there, written all over her gorgeous face.

“No.” Harper lifts her chin and crosses her arms over her chest, as she often does when she’s ready for verbal sparring.

“Pity,” I reply, my eyes dropping down and slowly perusing her from head to toe.

Silence fills the room, well besides the soft 90’s pop music coming from the laptop. “Everything running okay?” I ask, glancing down at the laptop and spying her purse on the shelf right below it. Just where I expected to find it.

She stands up straighter and narrows her eyes. “It’s working fine. Now. What did you do this time?”

Leaning my hip against the counter, I reply, “I didn’t do anything. I’m here merely to check on the machine I installed. You know, being all neighborly.”

Harper rolls her eyes so wide I’m sure she glanced at her brain. “Neighborly. Is that what we’re calling it these days?”

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