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“It does feel a touch inconsiderate of Indi,” I acknowledged. “Especially since Astrid with her delicate constitution has had such a difficult time.”
“That’s right,” my Mother agreed. “Don’t let your natural good nature stop you from taking Indigo firmly in hand if necessary. Harold!” she called out suddenly. “Harold, Iforbidyou to eat that lemon cake. That is for tea with my friends.”
“I’ll let you go,” I said absently, and we parted.
“I love Astrid,” I said out loud, settling back into my chair, but my eye was caught by a motion outside.
There must be some goddamn law against your ex-wife living right next to you bending over to weed the garden, the two beautiful round cheeks of her ass up in the air and wiggling with every movement.
When she knew damn well I was an ass man.
I ground my teeth together as my cock twitched, banging frenetically into my thighs.
What was wrong with me? Some kind of goddamn sex muscle memory?
I didnotwant to have sex with her.
Indi was going to have to cover up, that’s all there was to it.
Grinding my teeth, I shut my laptop and walked outside, my fury growing with each step.
“I know you’re doing this on purpose,” I gritted out to her as soon as I drew even with the fence that divided our front yards.
Putting a hand on the front windowsill for balance, Indi straightened up and turned around.
“Doing what on purpose?” she asked sweetly.
I drew myself up stiffly. “I’m not going to go back and forth with you on this, but what you are wearing is against HOA regulations.”
“Is it?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.
Her skin glistened in the morning sunlight.
Did she not have work or something? Why did she have to be outside all the time, glowing and glistening?
“Yes,” I replied shortly. “Clothing must be free of obscenity.”
“I don’t think there’s anything obscene on my clothes,” she countered, looking down at her body.
Her shorts had hiked up so I could see practically the whole length of her creamy white thighs.
“Your whole outfit is. . . an obscenity,” I said. “I am sorry, but it is too revealing.”
“Too revealing?”
“You can see your. . .breasts. And too much of your. . . lower regions.”
She cocked her head and looked at me. Indi was a laid-back and easygoing person. She had always deferred to my superior knowledge and experience while we were married. And I was in the right here.
I absolutely was not going to let some cock twitches throw me off my stride.
“What if I called your bluff, Ambrose?” she asked quietly. “Made you get that book and show me exactly where it says I can’t wear this outfit to weed my garden?”
“Do you really want to test me on my knowledge of the HOA regulations?” I retorted.
Indi only snorted and turned away.
“Goodbye,” she said dismissively, heading back inside.
