Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Anything but Casey’s breasts.
Her perfect, rose-tipped, lush breasts.
Dammit.
Deciding I had no dignity left, I headed back downstairs. Casey was on the sofa, looking strangely docile. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, somehow looking even sexier than she had a few moments ago.
“Don’t you own any shirts?”
She frowned, indicating the laundry I hadn’t taken upstairs yet. “You said sit on the sofa. Put on a shirt. I thought you meant one of these.”
I ran a hand through my hair in vexation. “Jesus, I need a drink.”
I stomped to the kitchen, feeling my anger build. I grabbed the closest bottle and poured a healthy amount of scotch into the glass and downed it, feeling the burn as it ran down my throat and into my belly.
I stood for a moment, willing myself to relax.
Then I returned to the living room, handing Casey a bottle of water. “Drink it.”
She sipped, looking anxious.
“Talk. Now,” I demanded. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“I moved the armoire.”
“How the fuck did you do that?”
I listened as she told me about the furniture jacks. Moving the armoire. Finding the door.
“I only wanted to see if the door would open at all or if it was stuck.” She frowned. “Did you know about the door?”
“Yes. So did Lou. The people who owned the house—the parents built that apartment for their daughter. They put in the door so they could come and go as needed, but from what Lou told me, they knocked.” I added sarcastically.
She didn’t seem to notice my tone.
“Like an adjoining room in a hotel.”
“I suppose. The daughter moved out, and rather than fill in the wall, they put the armoire there.”
“Oh.”
“Lou tried to move it, and I was going to fill it in for her. But that thing is heavy—”
Casey nodded. “I know.”
“Anyway, when I bought the house, once you were gone, I planned to knock down the whole wall, so I just left it. At one point, the door became a little warped and didn’t shut in the closet. I found it annoying, and I trimmed it so it sat flat and would stay closed.” I sighed. “I didn’t expect my pixie of a tenant to move the huge-ass closet and find the door.”
I studied her, the color gone from her cheeks, leaving her pale. Most of my anger had drained away as well, but I was still annoyed.
“But of course you did. Break and enter seems to be your thing.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
I turned and looked at the closet and the mess. “But you did.”
Just then, Miller appeared from the closet, Barney following him. They looked at us, then Miller headed upstairs, Barney hot on his heels.
“Great. Now he thinks it’s a door for him and his cat friend,” I groaned, dropping my head into my hands.
I expected Casey to laugh, but she didn’t.
I looked up, seeing her watching me, looking contrite. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean…” Her voice trailed off, and she cleared her throat. “I thought I’d move it and surprise you with my ingenuity.”
I lifted my glass. “Well, you got the surprise right.”
“I got one too.”
I shut my eyes. “I’m human. A male. We see great tits and we react. It’s just nature.”
“Well, your nature is impressive,” she muttered.
I had no idea how to respond, so I grunted. And reminded my cock to stand down. He liked the compliment.
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she spoke. “You think my tits are great?”
I stood, pressing a hand to my eyes. “Casey, go home.”
She rose from the sofa. “I was just asking. I mean, you made a statement. I was clarifying.”
I stepped closer, looking her in the eye. “You just broke through the wall into my home. You saw me naked, and yes, my cock was hard. You have great breasts. I reacted. Mostly because you caught me off guard.”
“So if I told you I was going to take off the shirt and show you my breasts now, you wouldn’t react?” She frowned. “Because you’d be forewarned, or because they aren’t that great?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Give me strength,” I muttered, then took her arm, propelling her toward the closet. “Home, Casey. Go home. I’m tired, hungry, and exhausted. I can’t deal with you right now.”
She pulled at her arm. “I need to get Barney.”
“I’ll shove the furball through the door in a bit.”
She frowned but left, shutting her door behind her. I stared at the mess of the closet, then shut both doors that connected us and headed to the kitchen. I stopped when I heard a knocking sound.
She wasn’t already back, was she?
I returned to the closet as she knocked again, this time louder. I flung open the door with a growl.
“What now?”
She handed me a container. “Your lasagna. You said you were hungry.”