Page 6 of Silver Foxed

He chuckles, and I’m relieved to hear the sound. “A guest room sounds wonderful.”

“Then follow me! I’ll show you where they are.” I grin at him, moving toward the staircase that leads upstairs. He smiles back as he shifts his bag over his shoulder, then he falls in step behind me.

Chapter four

Elijah

What in the hell am I doing? What. In. The. Actual. Hell.

That’s all that is running through my mind as I walk behind my best friend’s—and boss’s—daughter. And staring at her ass, no less. The very plump ass I saw framed by a thong and gawked at for far too long. The perfectly round-shaped ass I will now dream about.

Jesus. I’m going to hell. If Oliver knew about this, he’d kill me.

“Do you like darker colors or brighter ones?” Alex asks, the dulcet tone of her voice going straight to my groin.

I clear my throat in an attempt to get a grip on myself. “A mix of both.”

She looks over her shoulder at me with those big green doe eyes of hers. My god, she’s beautiful. And far too young. And off-limits, Oliver’s voice says in my head.

“Hmm. I thought you were going to say darker.”

“Why is that?” I ask, genuinely curious. She slows her step a bit so we’re almost side-by-side as we walk down a long hallway on the top level of the house.

“I know we just met, but you’re so serious.” She giggles a bit.

The sound is so sweet and melodic, it doesn’t help the semi I’ve been trying to control since I saw her almost-naked freckled body in the kitchen. It also doesn’t help that her choice of dress leaves little to the imagination. When we were downstairs, it took everything in me not to reach my finger out and trace the perfect circle of her nipples through the thin emerald cotton.

I clear my throat again. “I’m not that serious.”

“Really?” She quirks a light-red eyebrow at me as she stops in front of a bedroom.

“I can be very unserious if I want to be.” The words I’m saying are true, though her assumption is right. I am normally a serious person. But given the right environment and people, I let myself relax.

Lately, though, that side has been harder to bring out. Another reason Oliver told me to take a break.

Alex hums but doesn’t say anything. I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but she gestures for me to walk through the open door.

“Ladies first,” I tell her.

She smiles, her round freckled cheeks naturally pink. “So formal.”

I open my mouth to answer that it’s called being a gentleman, but she walks through the door and into the bedroom. She twirls around in a circle with her hands out, the motion flaring the hemline of that too-short dress so that I see the tops of thick thighs.

“Do you like it?” she asks, her hands still out, gesturing to the room.

I want to say, Yes, I like it. I like it too much, but I wouldn’t be talking about the bedroom. My jaw clenched, I set my bags down and look around the room.

The decor is typical of a mid-century modern home. The king-size bed is low to the ground and covered in a thin taupe comforter with a gray blanket folded lengthwise at the bottom to accent it. There’s also a matching gray bench seat that appears to flip up for storage at the base of the bed and an abstract painting hanging over the walnut headboard.

“It’s nice,” I say honestly. “It’s a great mix of light and dark.”

Her smile beams, and I realize in that moment that even if I hated this room, I would say I loved it just to see her smile like that for me.

“Oh, good. The bathroom is through there.” She points behind me. “And that is the walk-in closet.” She points next to the bathroom. “If you need help with the shower at any point, let me know. I haven’t been here in a while, but I think I remember how to operate all the fancy buttons.”

Lewd images of me taking her wet nude form from behind, that perfectly curved ass of hers slapping back into my pelvis repeatedly, flashes behind my eyelids so quickly, I feel as if I’ve been hit by a freight train. I press my eyes shut, and when I open them again, Alex looks concerned.

“Are you okay? You’re flushed.”

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