With every word, my eyes have grown wider. My dick is even more impressed, now seriously straining the bounds of my already loose sweatpants. Thank God, I’m still crouching on the floor so I can hide it.
Honey’s eyes snap open, ending the illusion.
“Too much?” she asks with a teasing smile. It disappears under a look of mocking scorn. “Please don’t tell me I’m off track with that one too, Jesse.”
I swallow hard. “I—what?”
Honey laughs, her head falling back easily. When she brings it back up to scrutinize me she looks perfectly pleased with herself. “Of course, I’d expect you to be a bit more discreet when it came to Francis. He wouldn’t like the idea of me sleeping with another man.”
I blink and snap myself out of this crazy spell she has me under. I almost stand up, just to further separate myself from her, then think better of it. I’ll stay here until I’ve at least forced my erection down.
“That’s not something you have to worry about because this is not happening.”
“Oh, but it’s such a clever idea, don’t you think?”
“I most certainly don’t.”
“Hmm,” Honey hums, pursing her lips in thought. “Who knows, she could be yours just in time for Sunday?”
Sunday?
I let it drop, not wanting to encourage her further. I’ve finally forced my body into submission enough to stand up.
“I see I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Honey says with an amused smile. “Thank you for coming to my rescue yet again, neighbor.”
“Do you need help back to your apartment?” I ask, unable to stop that side of me from stepping in to save the day. Something about her makes it impossible not to, even when I’m as annoyed with her as I am now.
Honey laughs in that teasing way, as though she knows exactly where my mind is. It’s infuriating, and a definite reminder of why I should probably go back to avoiding her.
“I think I can hobble back to my abode without further injury,” she says, standing up.
She takes two halting steps before my instinct to help kicks in.
“Nonsense,” I say before hurrying over to help.
There’s that word again, always stepping in to cause trouble.
It isn’t enough to stop me from coming around and placing one arm around her waist. Honey is not short, but the difference in height between us still makes it blatantly ridiculous for me not to just pick her up and carry her over to her place.
I sigh to myself, knowing exactly how she’ll react.
“Allow me,” I say, cradling her in my arms once again.
She mewls something that has my ears tingling and body reacting even more violently than it did just a moment ago. The skin on the nape of my neck, which she clings to with both arms feels like it’s on fire as I stride out of the door, wanting to end this torture.
My intent was to back into the door as I leave so it doesn’t fully close. That is thwarted by the neighbor walking down the hall toward the elevator who stops mid-stride as he catches us. I stand there, dumbfounded, knowing what this must look like, especially at this hour of the morning.
“This isn’t at all what it looks like,” Honey sings with a laugh, perfectly vocalizing my thoughts.
I hear the click as the door closes securely behind me.
Dammit!
“None of my business,” the man says, raising one hand as he concedes the point, though I catch the quick grin he shoots me as he continues on.
Maybe there is something to this jealousy thing after all.
“Although…” Honey says loudly enough to get him to stop again. “It does appear as though we’ve both locked ourselves out. Could you possibly be a dear and tell Eugene in the lobby to send someone up? I’m sure he’ll get a fine laugh out of this mess we’ve gone and gotten ourselves into.”
I note how thick her southern drawl is now. It works like melted sugar, turning our neighbor into a gooey mess.
I would consider it pathetic if I wasn’t one hundred percent certain it would work the same kind of alchemy on me.
“Not a problem,” the man says, a noticeable shade of red creeping up his neck.
“Aren’t you the sweetest thing,” Honey gushes, sending that red into overdrive straight to his forehead.
A sloppy grin appears on his face as he continues on.
When the elevator finally arrives to take him down, Honey turns to me with a grin.
“As much as I’m enjoyin’ this, ahem, position,” a coy look colors her smile, “I don’t want to wear you out too much, Jesse.”
I feel an involuntary tick come to my jaw as it hardens with annoyance at the obvious innuendo.
“I think I’m okay to stand, so long as I can still use your body,” she bats her eyelashes. “For support that is.”
That tick in my jaw grows stronger.
“Of course.” I give one quick nod but still take care to gently set her down into a standing position, making sure she really is able to stand.
If anything, this is worse, her body leaning into my side, one hand resting on my shoulder as her fingertips ever so slightly graze the bare skin of my neck, a move that I’m not entirely sure isn’t on purpose.
“I hope I didn’t ruin your workout this morning.”
At this point, I’d barely be able to get in enough time to work up a sweat. As though this woman hasn’t had my heart pumping hard enough this morning.
“One day off won’t matter.”
“You don’t seem like you take too many days off,” she says. “I should start working out with you. Though, I must admit, this hour of the morning is a bit too wee even for me.”
That has me thinking about her odd hours. I figure now is the perfect opportunity to learn what she does for a living, being that we’ve become so neighborly lately.
Yet, a part of me holds back, wondering if that might ruin
