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I open the bathroom, ready for some hot water on my sore muscles when a yellow piece of paper catches my eye. Stark black strokes stand out on the bright paper and one word alone has me turning bright red though I’m alone.
Panties around my knees and my bra hanging from my shoulders, my heart stops mid-beat.
I grab the note, my eyes flying over the words. “Miles Malone!” I hiss, more flustered now than when he practically ravished me like a sugar-covered pastry yesterday. I don't know if I should laugh or die of embarrassment.
Both?
I read over the note sitting on top of my panties again. My very sticky, wet panties. My heart speeds up.
Silk is nice, but your pussy feels better
He didn’t!
The thick black ink is unmistakably Miles and these panties...definitely mine. My heart thunders louder in my ears. I imagined him walking into the bedroom last night, yanking down the covers and giving me a repeat of the bakery all night long. I couldn’t sleep because of that man and the way he left me wanting more of him. Instead he jacked off over my panties.
I purse my lips with a little more sass than I should. I see I am not the only affected party. But what to do with this note? Text him a snarky reply? Ignore it like he did me this morning?
I snatch my phone from the bathroom counter and strike a pose with my panties pulled in such a way there is no way he’ll mistake the crease of my pussy lips. “Bela Andrews doesn’t back down from a challenge, baby.”
I hit send and take my shower.
Ten minutes later, there’s no reply but the little checkmark tells me my naughty-gram was received. Two could play at his little game.
I towel off my hair after breaking some time records in washing head from toe and my hair twice. It still smells like smoke, and I can only hope a couple of more showers will take care of the issue. I pour myself another coffee and risk yet another muffin. What the hell, right? I need the fortification to hold me up when I call the insurance agency back.
Pulling on my jeans, mouth full of muffin, I hear the back door open and close. I peek my head around the corner but don’t see anyone.
Miles. Who else could it be? Sneaky bastarddidget my text after all and is back. I glance at the clock. It’s barely nine in the morning. Did he even clock in down at the fire station?
Heat creeps up my cheeks and I take a huge shaky breath, leaving my blouse on the bed and my pants undone.Be bold. Be me. No, don’t be more. Be a sexy, badass version of me.
I turn off my inner monologue, hold my head high and add a little swing to my hips. With only a few feet between me and a fun morning, I turn the corner, my hopes soaring.
Just as I step clear of the hallway I stop so fast my knees have a hard time keeping up with the full-on backpedaling.
Holy Jesus! “Not Miles! Not Miles!”
I dive for one of his blankets and yank it around my boobs. Thank God I at least had my bra on!
“Mrs. Malone.” Frogs sound more elegant thanks to my croaking voice.
The woman standing across from me, muffin in hand and an all too knowing smile on her face did nothing but stare. For an awkwardly long moment.
“I thought you and my son would make a great item. I told Joe. Mark my words.”
Miles’ dad stops in for a pastry three times a week and is never spotted without a book in his hand. In my experience, he loves his family but tends to nod and agree with just about anything his wife says if it means he can get back to his book faster.
Please don’t let her say she hears wedding bells. I hold the cringe off my face but just barely.
“I heard about the fire.”
I nod.
A hand comes out to pat mine. “Happened to me too. Don’t feel bad.”
I nod again.
“Want to know a secret?”
