I want her. I have to have her, but I can’t. It’s impossible.
I know there is no point in allowing myself to muse over the possibilities. Feeling annoyed with myself for my lack of self control I set out of the shower and towel dry myself roughly.
I pull on a pair of shorts and head downstairs, wondering if Jenny is up yet.
She is. Sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice and pancakes. She looks up and smiles shyly as I walk in, then I see her eyes lingering on my chest. I don’t miss the flash of lust in her eyes and it makes my cock twitch even though I have so recently come. Hiding the attraction I feel for her is going to be next to impossible.
But I have to. I’m no lech, and Jenny can’t be for me.
The problem is that every instinct in my body is telling me that she is.
“Morning,” I say, aiming for nonchalance.
“Morning yourself,” she says, tearing her eyes away from my chest with what looks like difficulty. Ok, I should have put a shirt on, but it’s like ninety degrees out there and climbing.
“Do you want pancakes and maple syrup?” she says. My stomach rumbles in response.
“That sounds great. Thank you for the food yesterday, by the way. I spent most of the afternoon working.”
She looks interested.
“Dad told me you’ve done really well for yourself, really grown your business. I bet that means you don’t get much time off though right?”
“I’m a bit of a workaholic,” I admit. “But I wrapped everything up yesterday for a few days so I can enjoy the break.”
She bites her lower lip and I immediately think about all of the ways in which I really want to enjoy the break. As though sensing my thoughts Jenny gets up abruptly and goes to the counter to fetch the pancakes.
“Can I help?”
She shakes her head.
“You’re a guest. Enjoy.”
I watch her as she moves. She’s wearing a white floaty sundress and it skims her body beautifully, showing off her cute curves to full effect. She’s petite yet lush, with a generous ass that I want to push myself up against while I sink my cock into her.
Get a grip Alex, I reprimand myself and let out an audible groan. She looks over her shoulder at me in concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Nice,” she says with a laugh as she sets the pancakes down in front of me and then sits back down to resume eating her own. Trying not to make it obvious I watch her eat. Every movement she makes I find deliciously erotic. When she starts sucking maple syrup from her fingers it all becomes too much.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” I ask and then wince as my words come out harsher than I intended and she stops and looks at me in surprise.
“Nothing, I’m sorry.” I sigh and try to change the subject while she just stares at me looking completely bemused. She’s not deliberately trying to seduce me, I realize, she is just too damn sexy. “So, what have you been up to since I last saw you?”
“I’m studying architecture,” she says, surprising me. Quite why I’m surprised I don’t know, but maybe it’s because I’ve met a few architects in my time and they sure didn’t look like this.
“Good for you. It’s a lucrative career. I’ve always preferred the more practical side of things myself, although these days I seem to spend most of my time in meetings or on a computer. But I have a few architects on my team.”
She grins at that. “Maybe I will come work for you one day.”
I close my eyes against the image of being alone with her in the office. I need another shower, a cold one.
That gives me an idea.
“We didn’t get off to a great start yesterday. How about we try again? Instead of just sitting around waiting for your Dad to show up maybe we could go down to the beach, take a dinghy out or something?” I’m hoping doing something active will help me burn off some of this frustration, and I can’t keep hiding in my room or her father will know there’s something wrong when he finally gets here.
“I thought it was an amazing start actually,” she mumbles, then goes bright red. I don’t respond, and there’s an awkward silence until she nods with something like resignation.
“Yes, let’s do that. It would be silly to waste this glorious weather.”
I help her clear up the plates and then we head off.
“Have you heard from your Dad?” I ask as she locks up the house.
“Earlier this morning. He’s still saying tomorrow, probably evening, before he gets here. He’s disappointed about missing the time, he said to say hi and he would call you later.”