Page 18 of Claimed By my Frenemy

“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” I mutter, though my heart isn’t in the insult.

We stand there, a comfortable silence settling between us. Then, I realize I should probably offer Theo some tea even though I don’t know whether he likes it. Even though offering him tea might indicate I’m offering him something else. Even though he’s my sworn enemy.

“Let me get you a glass of tea,” I offer. I stand up and leave my own glass on the little white, wooden table and head insideto get some for Theo. Inside, I have a moment to gather my thoughts without Theo’s piercing eyes reading them.

I return, holding a cold glass of sweet tea in front of me.

To my surprise, Theo has settled into the second rocker, the small table the only barrier between us. I hand over his glass of tea, and he murmurs a thanks before gulping it down.

“I like it when a woman takes care of her man, you know.”

I raise an eyebrow at that comment. “Well, first of all, you’re not my man.”

“And secondly?”

“What?”

“You said ‘first of all.’ That means you must have another reason why you don’t like what I said.”

“Well, second of all, you’re annoying so you could neverbemy man.” The words feel harsh as soon as I’ve said them, but I don’t know how else to protect myself from the danger that being around Theo presents.

“Oh, really, is that what you call how wet I made you just by kissing you? Wasthatannoying?”

My cheeks flush, and it’s not related to the heat.

“Do you want to experiment with that again? I kiss you, and you keep yourself from getting wet. Challenge.”

“That’s not even a challenge.”

“Oh?” Theo’s voice has dropped a few octaves, and he’s leaning forward. All I would have to do would be lean forward a couple of inches, and we would be kissing. “So, you think it would be easy? How about we kiss for two straight minutes, then I get to put my fingers in your panties and see if you’re wet? Deal?”

But I can’t take him up on it because I’m already getting wet. I can feel my pussy tightening at the thought of him touching me, and it takes a good twenty seconds for me to remember how to speak. I have to try to form an answer for him.

“No deal.”

“Why not? Too afraid you’d lose?”

“Maybe,” I admit.

Theo laughs. “I could offer you a new deal if you want. You and I kiss for two minutes, andifyou’re wet after two minutes, I’ll take you in any position you want.”

Theo is not mincing words. He wants to have sex with me, and I want to explore it, too. I want to explore his body and see what he looks like when he comes. I want him to make me feel as good as he did the other night.

I open my mouth to answer, but then, one of Theo’s contractors calls out, breaking the spell.

“Hey, Theo! We’ve got a problem here.”

As soon as the contractor approaches our property line to shout at Theo, I hear a pop. Water starts gushing like an open fire hydrant over the back quarter of Theo’s property.

“Damn it!” Theo shouts as he leaps off my porch. He hurries over to the men, and a heated conversation I can't hear very well starts to take place.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I rise from my chair, moving closer to the property line to get a better look at what’s happening. I see the contractor gesturing frantically to a spot where they’ve been digging. The water is not slow, and I wonder what the excavator has damaged.

As the men scramble to contain the situation, I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. The water is pooling rapidly, and I realize with a jolt that it’s heading straight for my property. I hurry back to my porch, my heart pounding as the water begins to seep into my yard.

This isn’t just something funny that’s happening to him.

“Hey, Theo!” I shout, trying to get his attention. “That water is coming into my yard!”

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