Out front, I’d noticed she’d seemed a little depressed. Maybe she wants someone to drown her sorrows with, and since she’d already started on those margaritas, I’m the closest person within walking distance.
That must be it. Abby is nothing if not responsible. If I hadn’t been so distracted by her unexpected visit, I’d have thought better than to ask her in, but now I can’t be rude and turn her away.
I’ll have to bide my time and get rid of her as gently as I can.
I shut the door and trail after her. “It appears you’ve already started on those drinks, little girl.”
Shit. My voice sounds husky, and lecherous, which I can’t have.
She glances over her shoulder and smiles at me with those pink-glossed lips.
To my alarm, my cock stirs, disconcerting me and throwing me off my game.
“You may not have noticed, but I’m not a little girl.” She practically purrs the words, her tone nothing I associate with my nice little neighbor. She weaves her way to the couch, places the bottles on my apothecary coffee table that had been a present from my sister and plops down, like she plans to stay for a good long while.
Which won’t do at all.
I need to get her out of here, and that will only be harder if she makes herself at home.
Like a hungry cat eyes a big, juicy steak, she narrows in on me, rubbing the seat cushion next to her in slow, rhythmic circles. “Aren’t you going to come sit down?”
Great. I stifle a sigh. Drunkandhorny. A combination most men enjoy, myself included, but this is Abby. Sweet, nice, quiet Abby. Even if she was my type I wouldn’t make a move on her. We’re neighbors. Reason enough to stay away, but she’s also a commitment girl, who probably likes all sorts of strings and attachments.
All things I stay far away from.
So if she has an itch, she’ll be getting it scratched by someone else.
I’ll be nice, polite and keep my distance. Hopefully she won’t say anything she’ll be too embarrassed by in the morning. I try and look at the bright side. It’s good she came here versus going to a sleazy pick-up joint where some guy would be happy to take advantage of her. At the thought, I cringe. As soon as she sobers up, she’ll be thankful to leave my house unscathed, her virtue intact, and we can have a good laugh about this.
It’s not often I play knight in shining armor, but I’m happy to for her sake.
But, it’s important to keep my distance.
Ignoring her blatant invitation, I take a seat on the chair across from her. Elbows on my knees, I narrow my gaze, ready to nip whatever crazy idea she has in the bud.
She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.
A sudden, visceral image of sliding my cock between her lips fills my head. I scowl.
For god’s sake, what’s wrong with me?
Stick to the plan.
Get her out of here.
I rake a hand through my hair, shaking my head. Assuming my calmest expression, I ask, “What can I do for you, Abby?”
She giggles like a sixteen-year-old. “Funny you should ask.”
I arch a brow, hoping I look stern and unapproachable. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough to go after what I want.” She gives me a long, meaningful stare. “But not enough that I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Gut tightening, I stifle a groan.Don’t ask.Keeping it all very proper, I say, “Sounds like too much to me.”
She laughs a full, throaty rumble that shoots straight to my balls. “What are you, my dad?”
Yes, get her focused on my being paternal. That should dissuade her. I lace my fingers between my splayed thighs. “Somebody needs to look out for you. And since I’m the one here, that makes it my job.”