you’ll want to hang on to these.”
Nick could have sworn she was talking about her breasts. He eyed them for a moment thinking that he really might like to hang on to them, and then brought himself back to reality. How could he explain fresh bite marks on his body? It was considered tacky in all circles to take different women to bed within the same twenty-four hour period. Besides, he wasn’t sure he had the stamina. Red left him exhausted most nights. “Thank you,” was all he could muster for Sela and her bodacious set of knockers.
He turned and headed into the kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink? Coke, tea?”
“I’d drink a Coke.” She followed him, looking around. “Wow, Nick, you really need to spend a couple days getting settled in. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if things were unpacked?”
He shrugged and pulled two cans of soda from the fridge. “I don’t think about it that much. I go off on tangents—right now, I’m trying to tie up the end of my book…though I have been giving some thought to the house, here.” He offered her the can and opened his own, taking a drink. “Tell me what you know about the former owners.”
Sela leaned back against the kitchen island and took a sip of her drink. “Well, the family before you was a nice young couple with two children. When the wife found out she was pregnant again, they knew they needed to find a bigger place—the three bedrooms here weren’t enough. Plus they wanted a living room and a family room for the kids, and you just have the one room—”
Nick waved her off. He wasn’t that interested in their family dynamics. He was curious if daddy was screwing a ghost on the side, but considering mommy was pregnant, he figured probably not. “Do you know anything about the owners before them?”
Sela got a funny look on her face. “Why, Nick? Is there a problem?”
“No, of course not. I’m a writer, we’re curious types, I guess. I like to know the history of a place when I can.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know of any history before the Petersons. They lived here a few years, and I moved here just about five years ago.”
“Where did the Petersons move to?”
“Somewhere out in Redmond, I think. He works for Microsoft , and I know he was getting tired of the commute.”
Nick nodded. He could talk to Mr. Peterson, he supposed, but again—how would he broach the subject of the insatiable, sex-crazed ghost?
Sela finished her drink and took a step closer to him, setting her can on the counter. “Thanks for the Coke, Nick. Was there anything else I could do for you today?”
He let his eyes wander to her tits one last time before shaking his head regretfully. “I guess not. Thanks for coming out, Sela, and for the plant. I’ll try to have a decent home for it the next time you come over.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled at him. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Nick could tell by the expression on her face that he could have Sela in a wink if he just said the word. Flattered and more than a little aroused, he was tempted to go for it. If he took her hard and fast, she might not keep her eyes open long enough to see the marks on his body. The idea of holding a real woman in his arms excited him all of a sudden. He pictured himself thrusting his cock into her very real, very wet pussy and he went rock hard. “Sela…” he murmured in a breathy voice, and stepped toward her.
The patio door flew open and a rush of cold air breezed through, sending both Coke cans flying. Sela’s empty can hit the wall and Nick’s hung in the air long enough for the last half of his soda to pour out onto the floor.
“Holy shit!” he muttered, looking from the door to the two cans, now lying quietly on the floor. “That was bizarre.”
Sela moved over to the patio door and closed it, making sure it was locked securely. “A really strong gust of wind,” she observed.
Nick knelt down to wipe up the spilled soda, and
Nick could have sworn she was talking about her breasts. He eyed them for a moment thinking that he really might like to hang on to them, and then brought himself back to reality. How could he explain fresh bite marks on his body? It was considered tacky in all circles to take different women to bed within the same twenty-four hour period. Besides, he wasn’t sure he had the stamina. Red left him exhausted most nights. “Thank you,” was all he could muster for Sela and her bodacious set of knockers.
He turned and headed into the kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink? Coke, tea?”
“I’d drink a Coke.” She followed him, looking around. “Wow, Nick, you really need to spend a couple days getting settled in. Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if things were unpacked?”
He shrugged and pulled two cans of soda from the fridge. “I don’t think about it that much. I go off on tangents—right now, I’m trying to tie up the end of my book…though I have been giving some thought to the house, here.” He offered her the can and opened his own, taking a drink. “Tell me what you know about the former owners.”
Sela leaned back against the kitchen island and took a sip of her drink. “Well, the family before you was a nice young couple with two children. When the wife found out she was pregnant again, they knew they needed to find a bigger place—the three bedrooms here weren’t enough. Plus they wanted a living room and a family room for the kids, and you just have the one room—”
Nick waved her off. He wasn’t that interested in their family dynamics. He was curious if daddy was screwing a ghost on the side, but considering mommy was pregnant, he figured probably not. “Do you know anything about the owners before them?”
Sela got a funny look on her face. “Why, Nick? Is there a problem?”
“No, of course not. I’m a writer, we’re curious types, I guess. I like to know the history of a place when I can.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know of any history before the Petersons. They lived here a few years, and I moved here just about five years ago.”
“Where did the Petersons move to?”
“Somewhere out in Redmond, I think. He works for Microsoft , and I know he was getting tired of the commute.”
Nick nodded. He could talk to Mr. Peterson, he supposed, but again—how would he broach the subject of the insatiable, sex-crazed ghost?
Sela finished her drink and took a step closer to him, setting her can on the counter. “Thanks for the Coke, Nick. Was there anything else I could do for you today?”
He let his eyes wander to her tits one last time before shaking his head regretfully. “I guess not. Thanks for coming out, Sela, and for the plant. I’ll try to have a decent home for it the next time you come over.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled at him. “I’ll look forward to it.”
Nick could tell by the expression on her face that he could have Sela in a wink if he just said the word. Flattered and more than a little aroused, he was tempted to go for it. If he took her hard and fast, she might not keep her eyes open long enough to see the marks on his body. The idea of holding a real woman in his arms excited him all of a sudden. He pictured himself thrusting his cock into her very real, very wet pussy and he went rock hard. “Sela…” he murmured in a breathy voice, and stepped toward her.
The patio door flew open and a rush of cold air breezed through, sending both Coke cans flying. Sela’s empty can hit the wall and Nick’s hung in the air long enough for the last half of his soda to pour out onto the floor.
“Holy shit!” he muttered, looking from the door to the two cans, now lying quietly on the floor. “That was bizarre.”
Sela moved over to the patio door and closed it, making sure it was locked securely. “A really strong gust of wind,” she observed.
Nick knelt down to wipe up the spilled soda, and
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