Page 7 of The Pucking Girl Next Door

"You're not going to murder me, are you?" I blurt out.

"What?" he asks me and I can't help but notice the sexy smirk his lips make.

Shaking my head, I mumble, "Never mind."

Standing up to my full height, I take a step back, trying to put space between us. It's like magic. The more space I'm able to putbetween us, the better I'm able to think. I really should ask this stranger a few more questions, but I can't seem to get the words out of my mouth. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to have the same issue. "What are you doing here? Do you work for the Roger's?"

I can't help it as a huge laugh bursts from me.Who is this guy?

"Work for them?" I blurt out, trying to compose myself, but I can't seem to stop laughing. And by the way he's glaring at me, I can tell that he doesn't seem to think it's as funny as I do.

After a few minutes, I clear my throat and try to keep my laughter down enough to answer his question. "Ugh no. I don't work for them. I'm their daughter, Annabelle Rogers. And you are?"

This time, his jaw drops in disbelief. "Yo-you’re Annabelle? Little belly?"

I bristle at the childhood nickname, and it takes me a minute to realize that he shouldn't know that's what my brother called me when I was younger. "Uh, and who are you?" I ask again.

He places a hand over his chest dramatically. "I'm offended that you don't recognize me, even after all these years. I'm Steven's friend, Smith Cabot."

As soon as he says his name I tilt my head as my eyes gaze down his body getting a better look. And boy, am I not disappointed. Straight, dark brown hair that is short on the sides but long on top, making it hang down in front of his eyes, and a muscular build that's not too bulky. When my gaze goes back up to his face, he has a cocky smile that tells me he saw me checking him out.

I can't believe it. It's Smith Cabot, the boy from next door, my childhood crush and my brother's best friend.

Then the next thought hits me.

Holy crap, he is FREAKING HOT!!

Chapter 7

Smith

I'm dumbfounded. This can't be the same girl that I grew up with. My cock fucking hardens in my pants as I stare at the woman I've been missing from my life.

Annabelle fucking Rogers.

The girl who would tag along with me and her brother everywhere we went as we were growing up. Damn. I clench my hands together trying to keep them to myself, because this girl is not a girl anymore. She is all woman.

I drink her in. She is just my type a tiny little thing only coming up to my chest with long blonde hair that falls down her back dark blue eyes and curves to die for. And all I can seem to think about is how I want to explore every freaking one of them.

With my hands.

My tongue.

My cock.

I drop my gaze to the ground because shit, I should not be thinking about my best friend's little sister like that. No, I should not be thinking about her in any sexual way.

That's not what you're here for. You're here to make a plan and figure out how to get your game better.

Steve might've suggested finding someone to help release the tension, but I'm not sure he would appreciate it if that person was her.

I shake my head, trying to actively remove the lust filled thoughts from my head. But to no avail because with every glance of her they're back.

Needing to move on and think of anything else, I try to change the subject by bringing up her family. "I thought your whole family was in the Bahamas?"

"They are. Why are you here?" she replies immediately but doesn't answer the underlining question I was asking.

Why isn't she with her family?

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