Page 17 of The Brothers Next Door

Chapter 8

Nate

I was knocking on her door promptly at 7. I may have been a douche on many levels, but at least I was an on-time douche. It was surprising me how much I was looking forward to seeing her tonight and not just for the sex. I genuinely wanted to get to know her.

Rapping my knuckles against the door, I waited for her to respond. She didn’t. Raising my hand to the door again, I was about to knock a second time when I heard the ding of the elevator followed by the click-clack of heels coming down the hallway behind me.

“You’re a little early,” her voice called to me at my back. “Did you forget we changed the time or just over anxious to see me?”

“Huh?” I turned to the source of the voice and frowned, pulling my sleeve up and looking at my watch to verify the time. “It’s 7 pm. Right on time.”

She came up beside me, pulling her key from her purse and inserting it into the lock. “Right, but we’d changed it to 7:30.” Opening the door, she motioned for me to enter after her.

“When?” Had she texted me and I missed the text? Strange. Although it had been a busy week, criminals seemed to be out in full force.

“Yesterday.”

I was going to protest, but decided against it. Why bicker over a half-hour? Perhaps she’d written the text requesting a time change and forgot to send it. There were lots of explanations, none of which were worth the effort of exploring.

“I apologize,” I said, proceeding into the apartment after her and closing the door behind me. “I can come back.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Tossing her purse onto the sofa, she shrugged off her suit jacket and slung it over the back of a chair. “But I do have to shower and change, if you don’t mind entertaining yourself.”

“By all means, if you’d like some help with the shower I’d be more than happy to lend my assistance,” I replied, taking a seat on the sofa and allowing my eyes to wander up and down the length of her. She was a damned sexy woman. I really liked the way she looked today, like a sexy teacher or librarian. “You could always go as is, since you’re looking very sexy right now.”

She stopped, turned back to face me, and smiled, as she reached up and removed the clip that was holding her raven hair up in a pile on the top of her head. Her hair came tumbling down, a lock falling over her eyes, which she pushed back.

She hit me with a smoldering look. “You’d be so kind as to do that for little ol’ me?”

“You’d owe me one, for sure, but I wouldn’t mind giving you a helping hand.”

“For the record, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.” Her grin widened.

I was only slightly disappointed over her statement. Sure, I’d have loved to be deep inside her again, but that wasn’t the reason I wanted to see her tonight. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Not even if you paid me.”

She looked as though she was going to respond, but thought twice of it, spun around, and disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Does that mean that you don’t want help in the shower?” I called through the closed door.

“I’ve been bathing myself since I was five so I think I can manage that on my own.”

“But it’s so much more fun when you have company.”

The door to the bedroom opened to reveal her wrapped in a towel, a second towel presumably for her hair draped over her arm. “Perhaps, but I think I can manage on my own.” She walked barefoot to the bathroom and disappeared inside, closing the door, and a moment later the shower was turned on.

Telling me she could do it on her own only gave me thoughts of her masturbating in the shower. My dick began to rise as I watched her in my mind’s eye, naked and covered in suds, her hand between her legs and moaning in the pleasure she was giving herself. Fuck, if I was home I’d be rubbing one out. I should have done it before I left.

Her shower was surprisingly quick—little more than five minutes before she emerged in a cloud of steam, the towel around her dripping body and a second towel wrapped turban style on her head. I shifted uncomfortably, waiting for her to disappear into the bedroom so I could do a quick adjustment.

The moment her bedroom door was closed, a knock came at the door. Looking down at my watch, I was surprised to see it was already 7:20.

“Can you answer that please?” she called through the bedroom door.

“Sure.” Getting up from the sofa, I did my penis adjustment and then walked to the door. Pulling it open, I was shocked to see my twin brother standing before me. We stared at each other for a moment, before I spoke. “What are you doing here, Darrin?”

“I’m here to pick up Layla.”

“For what?”

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