“Yes!” She does an awkward tap-dance across the kitchen floor in her bare feet and ends it off with jazz hands. “Andy, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Okay, I’ll make the pizza, but you need to promise me something.”
“Anything. I’ll promise any-fucking-thing right now.”
Jesus. If only she were making that promise stone-cold sober with my cock inside her.
All dirty thoughts of sex with Birdie aside, I point to the still-full glass of water I poured for her sitting on the kitchen island. “Finish that glass of water.”
“I already did.”
I shake my head. “You had two sips, Birdie. You need to drink the whole thing.”
She puts a hand to her defiant hip. “Why?”
Because you inadvertently ate a pot brownie tonight after consuming champagne, and Lord knows, your body needs some fucking hydration…
In the name of avoiding her currently giddy high from going straight to paranoia, I can’t tell her that right now. So, I offer a half-truth. “Because it’s the only way you’re getting pizza.”
“Ugh,” she groans. “Fine. I’ll drink it.” She snags the water off the counter and finishes it off in five large gulps, and at least two of the gulps end up down the front of her sexy dress. “There!” she exclaims and slams the glass onto the counter, swiping a hand across her wet mouth and chin. “Now, it’s motherflipping pizza time!”
“You got it,” I say and preheat the oven.
Ten minutes later, the frozen pizza is baking in the oven, and I’ve managed to convince Birdie that swimming in my pool tonight is a bad idea and redirected her to the couch, where a bag of Doritos keeps her occupied.
I’ll be honest, when this night began, I didn’t imagine it would end like this—with me babysitting Birdie. Truthfully, this is a situation I never would’ve predicted in my craziest dreams.
Damn. What a fucking night.
“Is the pizza almost done?” she asks, hopping up from the couch and just tossing the bag of Doritos down onto the coffee table. Half the chips fall out of the bag, but she’s too busy worrying about pizza to pay the mess any attention.
“About fifteen more minutes.”
“What?” she whines and throws both of her arms up into the air. “I can’t wait that long!”
All I can do is shrug. “I can’t make the pizza cook any faster, sweetheart.”
“You suck at making pizza.”
A soft chuckle escapes my lips.
But she doesn’t wait around for me to respond. Nope. Instead, she strides out of my living room and into the hallway, destination unknown.
My first instinct is to give her some privacy, but then I quickly remember that she’s not in the right state of mind to just be wandering around my house. Hell, I feel like I’m a parent trying to keep his toddler away from electrical sockets and matches.
I get off the couch and head toward the hallway to see what she’s up to, but I’m stopped dead in my tracks when I find Birdie standing in the middle of my hallway, taking off her clothes.
And I mean all of her fucking clothes.
Her dress.
Her bra.
Her panties.
All of it is gone in an instant, and a gorgeous, naked goddess stands with her back to me. Her perfect supple ass and beautiful back taunt me.
Ah fuck. This is no bueno.
“Uh…what are you doing, sweetheart?”
“It’s too hot in your house!” She kicks her dress toward the other end of the hall and turns to face me. “I think your A/C is broken or something.”
Fucking hell, I love naked women, and the sight of this naked woman is like all my wildest fantasies merged together and came to life, but this feels all sorts of wrong.
She literally has no idea what she’s doing right now.
I shut my eyes and force out a breath.
Do not look at her. Just get her some damn clothes, and do not look at her.
“Birdie,” I say, my eyes open again but fixed toward the floor. “How about I get you some clothes to wear?”
“No thanks, Andy,” she says and strides toward me until she is standing directly in front of me. “Where is your bedroom?”
“My…what?” I ask, and my eyes move back to her body of their own fucking accord.
Yep. Still naked. So gloriously naked that I have the urge to put my fist into my mouth and clench my teeth into my skin. God help me. She is