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“Thanks,” she said. “I wasn’t sure about it until I realized how much easier it was to do when it’s short.” He gently held her back into the spray of the shower and let the water rinse the shampoo from her hair. Rod quickly soaped up his body, shampooed his hair, and rinsed off. He turned off the water, grabbed a towel towrap her in, and did the same for himself, wrapping it around his waist.

“How about if you take your time up here and get dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast?” he asked.

“I don’t need much time to get ready,” she assured. “Besides, I’d kind of like to help with breakfast.”

“Are you one of those people who get bent out of shape if their kitchen gets messed up?” he teased. She looked at him defiantly and he knew he had guessed correctly. Rod couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled her in for a quick kiss. “Okay, honey,” he agreed. “You can help me make breakfast. Come on, let’s get dressed.”

Evie

Evie wasn’t sure why Rod was taking his good, sweet time to have sex with her. Sure, the orgasms were nice, and the foreplay was great, but she was ready for the real thing.

She pulled on her clothes, quickly dried her hair, applied what she liked to call her weekend makeup, and met Rod in the kitchen. He was sitting at her table, having a cup of coffee, waiting for her.

“You didn’t start without me,” she said.

“Nope.” He got up and poured her a cup of coffee, handing it to her. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how you like it.”

“I have special creamers in the fridge. I like just a splash of cream with my very strong coffee,” she said. “And you don’t need to be sorry about not knowing how I take my coffee,” she insisted. “We’re only just getting to know each other’s likes, dislikes, and little quirks.”

“For example, you don’t like anyone in your kitchen, because they might mess it up,” Rod said.

“Right,” she agreed. “And you like to drive me crazy by not having sex with me,” she said.

“It’s not like that, Evie,” he said. “You know that I want to take my time with you and get to know you. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“I get that, but I want this, Rod. You can’t fuck it up,” she assured. “How about tonight, at your place?” she asked.

“That’s a bit soon, don’t you think? We’re still getting to know each other,” he said.

“Well, I figured that we could speed up the process,” she offered. “Kind of like speed dating.”

“Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Rod drawled.

“I know that your accent is Scottish, when did you come to live in America?” she asked.

“When I was just a kid, about seven if memory serves. My brother was a lot older and that’s why his accent is much more defined than mine,” he said. She thought that both of their accents were hot, but Rod’s was softer, almost hidden even. When he barked orders at her on how to give him a blowjob, she could hear his Scottish lilt and she had to admit, it made her wet. And the way that he said her name, made her want to rip off her clothes and demand that he have sex with her right here and now.

“You have that look again,” he said.

“What look is that?” she asked.

“The one that tells me that you’re thinking about the two of us getting naked again,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, but there was no way that she’d admit that to him.

“Um, why did your parents come to America and bring you and Alex?” she asked, trying to change the topic.

“Subtle,” he chided. “They came here at my grandfather’s request. He was my dad’s father and one day, out of the blue, he called my dad and told him that he was dying and that we needed to come to America right away.”

“Oh no,” Evie said, “that’s awful.”

“Yeah, you would think so, but the old bugger lied and ended up living for another ten years. My family ended up staying and my father opened his own firm here in town. Mom was a teacher, so she got her certificate to teach here, and she loved America so that made things easier for my dad. The great part was that Alex and I got to know our grandfather—something that we wouldn’t have had if we had stayed in Scotland.”

“He’s the one who left you two all your money, right?” she asked.

“Yep,” he said. “I really liked the guy.”

“Was he Scottish too?” she asked.

“No,” Rod said. “My grandfather was American. He lived in Scotland for a bit after he graduated from college. He didn’t do much, in the way of work. He liked to travel. I guess I’m like him in that regard. Anyway, he met my grandmother while he was living in Scotland, and they got married and had my dad. She died when my father graduated from high school and started college and my grandpa just couldn’t stay in Scotland. He told my dad that there were too many memories there haunting him, and he moved back to America. My dad went back and forth between college in Scotland and America, but he met my mom during his last semester at school and ended up staying in Scotland.”

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