my hair faling forward from the clip. I closed my eyes and
pressed a fist to my lips. They'd been meant for a man.
Did that mean the writer of the notes was…a woman?
God, that was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it.
My cunt bloomed molten heat and the seam of my jeans
pressed suddenly on my clit as I let myself fal back on the
bed. My nipples tightened, begging for a mouth and hands
on them. I took my hand from my mouth and let it roam
my body, though they did little to ease the sudden fire.
Minutes ticked by as I ran through the lists and pictured
Eric performing the tasks I'd found so arousing. What
memory had taken him so long to write he'd returned it
late? What had he bought at the store that had
embarrassed him? I thought of his basket, his laundry, and
the blue shirt there.
I sat, my hair askew and clinging to my forehead in places.
Sweating, I puled off my shirt and jeans and ran the
shower cold enough to make me hiss as I got in and rinsed
off quickly. New panties, new bra, not so fancy as though
off quickly. New panties, new bra, not so fancy as though
it would look as if I was trying too hard should my clothes
happen to come off. A fresh T-shirt, sleek-fitting, soft and
flattering. My favorite jeans, the ones that gave me a round
ass but kept my gut tucked up tight. The gut I didn't realy
have any longer, I had to admit as I checked out my
reflection. Courtesy of those lists, I'd been working out
more diligently than I ever had.
I swiped a brush through my hair and slid clear gloss over
my lips. A dusting of powder finished me off without
making it look as though I'd tried too hard. I grabbed a
couple of packages of microwave popcorn and a big bowl
from my cupboard, slipped my feet into a pair of flip-flops
and tucked my key into my pocket.
My phone buzzed as I debated taking it with me. Now
Austin caled me? After so long silent? I put the phone on
the table, flipped it the bird and locked my door behind
me.
Eric hadn't changed his clothes, but I spied teltale wetness
in his hair that told me he'd at least washed his face.
Minty-fresh breath gave away the fact he'd brushed his
teeth, too, and I hid a grin as he let me in. I hadn't been the
only one assuming there might be more to this than
watching a movie.
I did brace myself as I stepped inside his apartment, but
on first glance I didn't see anything freaky. He gave me a
quick tour. Living room, kitchen. His was a two-bedroom
unit, and he used one for an office complete with shiny
new iMac that had me salivating with envy. He didn't take
me into his bedroom, but I caught a glimpse through the
open door. His window overlooked the parking garage,
