of his bare chest made me immediately wish I wasn’t currently holding a huge banana to my mouth. I must have looked ridiculous. My jaw hit the floor at the vision of his pecs and shoulders. I was stunned.
“Um,” I said. “Yeah. Good morning, Nolan.”
“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly. “I was using the rowing machine and by the time I finished, my last clean shirt was soaked through. I’ll confess, I’m not so used to doing my own laundry. But I’ve got it in now. Forgive the nudity.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say. But I sensed a smile in his hazel eyes. I wasn’t sure if I believed his story, but at the moment I could have cared less.
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal,” I said, looking down at my banana. It had never seemed so phallic and sexual. Good grief, I could feel my cheeks reddening. “I should do a load later too.” As soon as the word “load” left my mouth, I regretted it. Between the banana, my vocabulary, and Nolan’s current state of undress, everything was beginning to feel like a very obvious and poorly written porno. All that was missing was a cheerleader knocking at the door and offering to shovel the driveway. In her uniform.
I contemplated jumping in the lake. Death by drowning or hypothermia had to be less painful than dying of embarrassment.
He leaned across me to grab an apple. His right arm brushed against the front of my sweater, making me suck in a breath and filling my nose with the aroma of his exertion on the rowing machine.
“Are you okay?” he asked, biting into the fruit. “You sleep well?”
I nodded, still not looking at him, “Well enough. You?”
“Great,” he replied, sitting down in the chair next to me. He smelled amazing.
“I tried out the hot tub,” he said. “Late last night. It looked pretty enticing.”
Was he messing with me? I couldn’t look him in the face, I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled through it, trying to act distracted and disinterested.
“Sounds nice,” I said. “Any word on the weather?”
“Yep,” Nolan replied. “We’re not stuck anymore. We can leave tomorrow. They just need to plow the driveway.”
Plow. Why did that word sound so suggestive coming out of his mouth?
Why was my mind making sexual innuendos out of everything? I was probably 15 years younger than Nolan. He probably didn’t look at me as anything more than an annoying, shallow, rich co-ed.
No matter how much I wished he didn’t.
But then again, why would he be shirtless in front of me? And the way he’d looked at me last night- that look was not platonic. Or curious. Or repulsed. Nolan had looked at me like he wanted to devour me. Like he loved what he had seen.
“So what’s next?” I asked, putting down my phone and finally looking up at him. He was staring right at me, his eyes so penetrating that I wanted to squirm.
“What do you mean?” He leaned forward now. “After our stay here?”
“Yes,” I said. He was so close to me. What would he do if I leaned in further and put my mouth on his? What would happen?
“You meet with the firm,” he said, now leaning back, distancing himself from me. I watched his abs stretch at the motion.
“Oh,” I said. “Sign shit? Learn Dad’s secrets?”
“Well,” Nolan said, standing. “Yeah. Somewhat. I was actually going to discuss that with you. I suppose it’s time you learn what exactly it is your father did.”
“He was an attorney,” I replied. “What’s there to know?”
Nolan looked at me for a long moment, like he was contemplating something. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it.
“He was a little more than that,” he finally said. “Have you been in the study yet?”
I shook my head, “Only just walked through it. Why?”
Nolan pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and handed them to me, “These are the keys to the desk in there. It was the desk your father used when he worked from here. There’s going to be a lot in there, a lot of
“Um,” I said. “Yeah. Good morning, Nolan.”
“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly. “I was using the rowing machine and by the time I finished, my last clean shirt was soaked through. I’ll confess, I’m not so used to doing my own laundry. But I’ve got it in now. Forgive the nudity.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say. But I sensed a smile in his hazel eyes. I wasn’t sure if I believed his story, but at the moment I could have cared less.
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal,” I said, looking down at my banana. It had never seemed so phallic and sexual. Good grief, I could feel my cheeks reddening. “I should do a load later too.” As soon as the word “load” left my mouth, I regretted it. Between the banana, my vocabulary, and Nolan’s current state of undress, everything was beginning to feel like a very obvious and poorly written porno. All that was missing was a cheerleader knocking at the door and offering to shovel the driveway. In her uniform.
I contemplated jumping in the lake. Death by drowning or hypothermia had to be less painful than dying of embarrassment.
He leaned across me to grab an apple. His right arm brushed against the front of my sweater, making me suck in a breath and filling my nose with the aroma of his exertion on the rowing machine.
“Are you okay?” he asked, biting into the fruit. “You sleep well?”
I nodded, still not looking at him, “Well enough. You?”
“Great,” he replied, sitting down in the chair next to me. He smelled amazing.
“I tried out the hot tub,” he said. “Late last night. It looked pretty enticing.”
Was he messing with me? I couldn’t look him in the face, I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled through it, trying to act distracted and disinterested.
“Sounds nice,” I said. “Any word on the weather?”
“Yep,” Nolan replied. “We’re not stuck anymore. We can leave tomorrow. They just need to plow the driveway.”
Plow. Why did that word sound so suggestive coming out of his mouth?
Why was my mind making sexual innuendos out of everything? I was probably 15 years younger than Nolan. He probably didn’t look at me as anything more than an annoying, shallow, rich co-ed.
No matter how much I wished he didn’t.
But then again, why would he be shirtless in front of me? And the way he’d looked at me last night- that look was not platonic. Or curious. Or repulsed. Nolan had looked at me like he wanted to devour me. Like he loved what he had seen.
“So what’s next?” I asked, putting down my phone and finally looking up at him. He was staring right at me, his eyes so penetrating that I wanted to squirm.
“What do you mean?” He leaned forward now. “After our stay here?”
“Yes,” I said. He was so close to me. What would he do if I leaned in further and put my mouth on his? What would happen?
“You meet with the firm,” he said, now leaning back, distancing himself from me. I watched his abs stretch at the motion.
“Oh,” I said. “Sign shit? Learn Dad’s secrets?”
“Well,” Nolan said, standing. “Yeah. Somewhat. I was actually going to discuss that with you. I suppose it’s time you learn what exactly it is your father did.”
“He was an attorney,” I replied. “What’s there to know?”
Nolan looked at me for a long moment, like he was contemplating something. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it.
“He was a little more than that,” he finally said. “Have you been in the study yet?”
I shook my head, “Only just walked through it. Why?”
Nolan pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and handed them to me, “These are the keys to the desk in there. It was the desk your father used when he worked from here. There’s going to be a lot in there, a lot of
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