her to her feet. The plop noise the pancakes made as they fell to the floor must have been his breaking point.
His deep rumble of laughter only pissed her off more. Chin up she turned to walk away with what dignity she did have left. Only, with her chin up, she didn’t see the pancake she stepped on. She squealed a little her arms flailing at her sides as she started to slide. Dade came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling again. His hands settled on her boobs his palms covering the sticky wet spots of syrup. Her body reacted to his touch and she groaned hoping he wouldn’t notice.
She knew with their height difference he probably hadn’t planned it, but she still slapped at his hands. Dade didn’t let her go right away, which was good because she most likely would have fallen on her ass. When she was steady on her feet he let her go and took a big step away from her. She wondered if he expected her to lash out at him. Rosie looked up at him not sure herself how to react. Any trace of his smile was gone, back was that intense stare she was just starting to get used to.
It seemed neither of them had anything to say. Rosie lowered her gaze down to her feet and sighed. Her favorite green googly eyed monster slippers —the ones her uncle had bought for her— had drips and dobs of syrup on them. Irrational tears threatened as she stepped out of them and tiptoed her way around the gooey mess on the floor. The second she was clear of it she ran to her room. Once again she’d left Dade to clean up after them. At least this time he’d caused the chaos.
“Unbelievable.” She walked into the bathroom and carefully stripped not wanting to get anything else sticky. “Did he use the entire bottle of syrup?”
Rosie tossed her clothes into the hamper and turned the shower on. They were going to have to come to some kind of arrangement if they didn’t want this kind of thing to keep happening. She stepped under the spray and pulled the door closed. The warm water relieved her tension, but nothing was going to erase the feel of his hands cupping her breasts. She loaded the bath poof with body wash and proceeded to try and ignore the memory. After all it wasn’t his fault her body found his touch pleasurable. It was hers, but really his touch had been firm and though he hadn’t done more than hold her up her mind instantly filled with lots of things they could do.
She stuck her head under the water hoping to drown out the images. Rosie was super careful about the men she got involved with, and Dade wasn’t her type. She preferred men who were so into their careers that they didn’t have time for entanglements. The dates she normally went on were to business or charity functions. Never anything personal and no man had seen her in her pajamas since college. Sophia said Rosie tended to choose men that were no risk to her independence. After just one night with Dade she was thinking maybe she was right, because Dade could pose a serious threat.
She wasn’t going to let this drive her crazy, at least not alone. Rosie stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel. She wrapped a smaller one around her head turban style and walked into her bedroom. It was time to call in reinforcements. It was something she hadn’t planned on having to do, but things had taken too many twists for her to believe this was going to be as easy. She grabbed her cell and hit the number, which instantly started ringing.
Sophia answered on the third ring with a cherry, “Hello.”
“When are you guys going to be here?” Rosie demanded.
“What’s wrong?” Sophia asked picking up Rosie’s distress.
Rosie didn’t know where to start. “Everything.”
“We’ll be there by six.”
“I’ll make dinner.” It would give her a reason to go out and then she’d be so busy in the kitchen she wouldn’t have time to talk to Dade about what just happened.
* * * *
Dade had two thoughts
His deep rumble of laughter only pissed her off more. Chin up she turned to walk away with what dignity she did have left. Only, with her chin up, she didn’t see the pancake she stepped on. She squealed a little her arms flailing at her sides as she started to slide. Dade came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling again. His hands settled on her boobs his palms covering the sticky wet spots of syrup. Her body reacted to his touch and she groaned hoping he wouldn’t notice.
She knew with their height difference he probably hadn’t planned it, but she still slapped at his hands. Dade didn’t let her go right away, which was good because she most likely would have fallen on her ass. When she was steady on her feet he let her go and took a big step away from her. She wondered if he expected her to lash out at him. Rosie looked up at him not sure herself how to react. Any trace of his smile was gone, back was that intense stare she was just starting to get used to.
It seemed neither of them had anything to say. Rosie lowered her gaze down to her feet and sighed. Her favorite green googly eyed monster slippers —the ones her uncle had bought for her— had drips and dobs of syrup on them. Irrational tears threatened as she stepped out of them and tiptoed her way around the gooey mess on the floor. The second she was clear of it she ran to her room. Once again she’d left Dade to clean up after them. At least this time he’d caused the chaos.
“Unbelievable.” She walked into the bathroom and carefully stripped not wanting to get anything else sticky. “Did he use the entire bottle of syrup?”
Rosie tossed her clothes into the hamper and turned the shower on. They were going to have to come to some kind of arrangement if they didn’t want this kind of thing to keep happening. She stepped under the spray and pulled the door closed. The warm water relieved her tension, but nothing was going to erase the feel of his hands cupping her breasts. She loaded the bath poof with body wash and proceeded to try and ignore the memory. After all it wasn’t his fault her body found his touch pleasurable. It was hers, but really his touch had been firm and though he hadn’t done more than hold her up her mind instantly filled with lots of things they could do.
She stuck her head under the water hoping to drown out the images. Rosie was super careful about the men she got involved with, and Dade wasn’t her type. She preferred men who were so into their careers that they didn’t have time for entanglements. The dates she normally went on were to business or charity functions. Never anything personal and no man had seen her in her pajamas since college. Sophia said Rosie tended to choose men that were no risk to her independence. After just one night with Dade she was thinking maybe she was right, because Dade could pose a serious threat.
She wasn’t going to let this drive her crazy, at least not alone. Rosie stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel. She wrapped a smaller one around her head turban style and walked into her bedroom. It was time to call in reinforcements. It was something she hadn’t planned on having to do, but things had taken too many twists for her to believe this was going to be as easy. She grabbed her cell and hit the number, which instantly started ringing.
Sophia answered on the third ring with a cherry, “Hello.”
“When are you guys going to be here?” Rosie demanded.
“What’s wrong?” Sophia asked picking up Rosie’s distress.
Rosie didn’t know where to start. “Everything.”
“We’ll be there by six.”
“I’ll make dinner.” It would give her a reason to go out and then she’d be so busy in the kitchen she wouldn’t have time to talk to Dade about what just happened.
* * * *
Dade had two thoughts
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