in front of the house. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. I’m just easily amused.”
I loved looking at her bright smile and her pretty white teeth. I grinned back at her and lifted her up, swinging her out of the truck so fast that she squealed.
I patted her bottom. “Now let me go get ready for our date.”
She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me. “How should I dress?”
“Casual. Very casual.”
She walked off, and I watched her ass the whole way. She was aware, because she added an extra little sway to her hips as she breezed right on up the stairs to my house.
I had to reach down and adjust myself in my pants. I headed in too. I had to get out of this uniform. I put on jeans and a blue polo that she’d said looked nice with my hair and eyes one day last week when she’d been doing the laundry. I was usually hot when I was outside, so I didn’t need a jacket, but I did grab a hoodie and tossed it into the truck.
She was right -- it was pretty weird to date someone you already lived with, especially someone who regularly did your laundry.
But our entire situation was weird. Most people didn’t meet when someone randomly showed up to an interview as a maid, hoping for a job because they were on the run after investigating a gambling ring in a major American city.
The whole thing sounded like a Lifetime movie.
When she came walking downstairs, I was struck speechless for a moment. Instead of feeling like we were in a movie, I felt like we should be on a runway. Ava had changed into a fitted black top that clung to her body. It showed off the round swell of her breasts, and the hourglass shape of her waist. Her jeans were lime green, and showed off every curve.
I was tempted to take her back upstairs and spend our date time removing her clothes. But no. I wanted to show her that I could go out, if we wanted to.
She leaned in toward me, and ran her fingers over my collar. “This color looks so good on you,” she said. She smelled like vanilla and apples.
As usual when I was around her, my cock was rock hard. “I remembered when you told me that last week.”
I opened the door for her, and we got in my truck.
“Where are we going?”
“I’m going to take you out on the river,” I said.
“Oh wow, that sounds fun.”
She actually sounded sincere. She pointed at the trailer I was pulling. “In that boat?”
“Yes. It’s Barrett’s fishing boat, but we aren’t fishing today.”
“I’ve never been out in a fishing boat.”
How was that possible? “Not even at camp?”
“The only camp I attended was an exclusive horseback riding camp for girls. And my father has a yacht in the Hampton’s.
Right. “Well I’m sure you’ll find our swampy river spellbinding.”
“I know I will. Did you and Barrett spend a lot of time out here?”
“Almost everyday in the summers. We went to a camp once. But we were thrill seekers. The camp was way too tame.”
“Hmm, I’m not surprised you were bored at camp. You both became Navy SEALs, and then both ended up in law enforcement. I’d say the thrill seeking hasn’t worn off.”
She was right about that.
Even getting involved with Ava felt like a high risk of sorts.
I helped her into the boost, then I climbed in and shoved us off the bank.
“Have you been white water rafting?”
“Yes, in Canada,” she said. “Have you?”
“Yeah. To celebrate the end of a successful mission, several of us stopped in Norway and tackled the Sjoa River.” I found myself hoping I’d be able to take Ava on some overseas trips. So far we were stuck in this area until the men who were after Ava were in prison.
But after that, I’d love to go on some adventures with her.
I turned the motor on, and we took off.
Once she was settled on the bench of the little fishing boat, I took us up to the highest speed it could go, and she grinned as we coasted along the water. She tipped her face back up to the sky while the wind whipped her long hair around. I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.
I drove us to the sandbar where Barrett and I used to fish, and where we’d spent hours swinging into the water off an old rope swing.