patio.” She leans down and scratches Thor behind the ears. He slowly and lazily turns on his back so that she has open access to rub his stomach. That dog is such a big-ass tramp.
“It’s okay. It’s nice to have admiration from someone with such enchanting, copper filled eyes.”
Was she referring to me? I turn my attention back to her, catching her as she went back inside leaving her door open. What did my dog do next? He trots in behind her. I hesitantly follow her as well. I’m no better than that disgraceful mutt. I peek in and see that she’s bent over in all her glory digging something out of her refrigerator. Man, what I would give to dig my hands onto that luscious ass, pop her up on that granite counter, and make her scream my name. Snap out of it dude. As I scan the kitchen, I can see that it’s open to a small dining area and a nice size living room. It’s the same floor plan as my condo, but by the way its decorated reminds me of a small house my parents rented when we used to vacation on the Spanish Rivera when I was a child. Before my father… I am brought back to the present by the refrigerator closing tightly.
“Can he have cheese? My parents’ dog loooves cheese.”
The way she rolls “loves” off her tongue while leaning her head back and rolling her eyes into her head is so erotic. I would love to wrap my fist tightly around her long blonde hair, tug it back, and slowly rein kisses down her neck until my lips reached her milky breast.
“Are you okay? You look like something’s wrong.” Holding up the cheese and keeping Thor’s eyes locked in on her hand, she ask, “May I give your dog a piece of cheese?”
I notice she’s already started quartering the cheese. “Yes,” I stammer. “But please be careful. If you don’t pull your hand back quickly, you are likely to lose a digit.”
I am shocked when Thor leans forward, gently taking one piece of cheese from her hand.
“What a good doggie. He is so gentle,” she says in a high pitched voice as if she were praising a small child.
“Wait, Wait,” she says in a soothing voice bringing another piece of cheese closer to the Jaws of Life. Thor’s paws twitch in what I call his happy dance. “Be gentle.”
Thor is turning into a pansy for this girl. Thor is extremely cautious as he takes the next three pieces from her. You’ve got to be kidding. She leans down, places a soft kiss on his head, and rubs him one last time between his ears. If she could only rub those hands through my hair and place soft kisses on my head.
“My name is Grace. Grace Weatherly,” she says as she wipes her hand off on a kitchen towel. She then thrust her hand out towards me.
“I’m Jackson Kavanaugh.”
I touch her hand and a noticeable electric current awakens parts of my body that I didn’t know lied dormant. Obviously she felt it too because her eyes became wide and she flushed the most brilliant shade of pink while taking her hand back suddenly.
“You and… must have just moved in.”
“Me, myself, and I just moved in this past week,” she quickly spouted.
“Oh. Interesting. Well Grace Weatherly, sorry my dog attacked your flamingo. I didn’t see any damage but if you do, I just live two units up from here. I’ll make sure I fully compensate you for the damage. Oh, I think that you should be extra careful and make sure your gate is closed properly. With you living alone, maybe you should have it locked at all times.”
“I don’t see any damage to the flamingo so I think you are off the hook there. Thanks for the advice on the gate. It was nice meeting you, Jackson.”
Suddenly she has a little edge to her tone and her smile doesn’t quite meet her eyes. What did I say to make her tone turn? As I shut her gate, Thor looks up at me with one eye brow raised as if to say, “You dumb ass.”
Chapter Five
Grace
W hy do people always want to try to protect me? Maybe he can come over and show me his credentials some night.