Page 11 of Hardcore Vanilla
Terrible idea, party of one. Talk about a disaster in the making.
"Why don't you see if Jake could go with you?" Andrew asked. "He's single."
"Seriously?" Sharon gave him a look, a little unnerved that he’d just echoed her thought. "He'd probably spend the entire time agreeing with my parents about all my faults. Even if he did say yes and didn't just laugh in my face. I don't just want a body there to divert their attention, I also want some support."
Plus, there was no faster way to ruin something casual or kill the chemistry than spending an entire weekend together with her family. Although, maybe if she was getting sick of him in a few weeks that would be a good way to end it...
"We'll find you someone," Kate said firmly. "I'll go with you if I need to. You are not going alone." Although Kate had only met Sharon's parents once, she had not been left with a good impression of them. Or, that is to say, she'd gotten the exact right impression of who they were, and she had not been impressed.
It was part of why Sharon liked her so much. Still though...
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she muttered. "I'm pretty sure you're the reason my parents thought I was a lesbian."
"Well, we do have good chemistry," Kate said blowing her a kiss. "Now let's look at some more dresses."
"No ruffles. And nothing that's going to make me look like a sausage squeezed into a casing," Sharon admonished.
Rolling her eyes, Kate flipped open the magazine. "Like I would do that to you."
Chapter 3
Downing half a bottle of water in one gulp, Jake wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he looked up at the tiling he'd just finished. The office building he and his crew were remodeling had a penthouse apartment above the office spaces and would be fully outfitted for someone to live there. Honestly, Jake couldn't imagine.
He'd been pretty miserable at his desk job and the idea of sleeping at the office just made him want to run screaming.
On the other hand, it was a really nice apartment. He'd just finished up tiling the walk-in shower; it was now a soft grey color set in a herringbone pattern with white trim. The shower had jets that would shoot water out of the wall, about which Jake was admittedly curious. He'd never been in any shower like that.
Considering where some of those jets could be directed...
The image of Sharon, naked, standing in front of one as water cascaded over her clit while he pounded into her from behind filled his mind.
Fuck yeah.
Maybe that's why the apartment was so nice. A really nice apartment could add a little motivation for staying late and staying overnight at work. It was a sexy apartment. Or maybe that's just where his head was at because of Sharon.
Walking out of the bathroom and over to the bedroom windows, he looked out into the city. The windows were tinted so that no one could see in, but he could see everyone out there. It didn't feel like he was completely invisible to all of them, even though he knew it intellectually.
Sharon up against these windows would be pretty great too...
Yeah, he was not going to be able to get his mind out of the gutter until he finally saw her again tonight. Then he'd be able to wallow in the gutter to his heart's content.
Well, 'heart' might be the wrong organ...
His mouth quirked into a smile and he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a text.
Jake: What are you wearing?
It took less than a minute for his phone to beep with a return text, he hadn't even finished packing up his tools.
Sharon: Leggings and a t-shirt. What are you wearing?
Jake: Jeans and a t-shirt. I'm on a job site. Got any underwear on?
Sharon: I guess you'll find out later... are you all hot and sweaty?
He couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly she'd turned the text around on him. She was what Patrick and the others called a 'brat.' Although he hadn't done a ton of sexy texting before, he couldn't remember any other woman ever jumping right into wanting to know what he had on and asking him more questions than she answered.
There was something fun about it.
