she was so damn gorgeous. How could not one man even take the time to ask her out?
There has to be something off with her that her friends never mentioned.
The idea just didn't make sense. Kinsley was drop dead beautiful, had a body I would kill another man to get a chance with, and she certainly wasn't lacking in the brain department.
So why the dry spell?
Flipping through my phone, I pulled up her number and dialed. “Kinsley, it's Layne.”
“Hello, how's things?” She asked with a nervous flutter in her tone.
“Informative.”
“Why's that, did you follow me around? Trail me around town, watching from a creepy distance?”
She didn't have to say anything else to give away her annoyance over my dropping in at her school. I could picture her with her hand on her hip, eyes hooded, head cocked to the side.
I didn't have to follow her around to see the signals of what she'd looked like right then. I had already spotted those subtle ticks at the school, observation was key.
And I watched everything.
“You can take your hand off your hip, I didn't follow you.”
There was a drawn out pause before she finally spoke. “How did you know I had my hand on my hip? Are you watching me now?”
Chuckling, I said, “No, I told you I'm not a stalker. This is what I do for work, and you've already given me the hand on hip look. Remember?”
“Oh, I guess I did.” A tense giggle hit my ear, my cock jerking to the melodic tone of her laugh.
What the hell?
That's not supposed to happen.
My eyes shot to my waist, glaring at the semi forming in my jeans. Adjusting myself, I took in a large breath of air, forcing the blood back to my head. Immediately, I started flipping through extremely unsexy images in my mind.
Teller at the DMV, lady that delivers my mail, Loretta in her bikini.
Loretta was my neighbor downstairs... She was a very nice woman, but she was well into her sixties, and did not have the form that was flattered by a bikini anymore. Also, the hair on her upper lip, and hair that puffed from places I never wanted my eyes look at, didn't help her cause.
Shaking my head, I said, “I watch to learn who you are, Kinsley, everything plays a part in what I do.”
“I guess I'm not used to anyone paying that much attention.” Clanking noises broke through the speaker, the sound of water running echoed in the background.
She must be doing dishes. Good she's not too busy at all.
“Get used to it, because I do a lot of that. Alright, let's get down to business. Tonight I need you to meet me at Duffy's. Come dressed casual, but no jeans.”
“Tonight? Layne, did you forget that I have a child, I can't just run out anytime I want to. I don't even know if I can get a babysitter right now.”
“Don't worry, I have that covered. Gina will be there by seven.”
“Seriously? You called Gina?”
“She told me she'd be there for anything I needed, and honestly, I've never seen someone so anxious to babysit before.” Flipping through my closet, I grabbed a deep blue blazer, tossing it onto my bed.
“Yeah well, you don't know Gina's kids. They're a bit more rambunctious than most kids. But she's got three, I only have one, I might be itching to get out too.”
Her voice seemed to level out, the anxiety giving way to relief that I took a responsibility off her shoulders. I wasn't used to my clients having children, but Gina assured me that if I needed any help at all with Kinsley, just to give her a call.
Thank you Gina.
“Alright, I'm going to let you go so you can get ready, and I'll see you in a bit.”
“Wait, you haven't told me what were doing?”
“No, I didn't, and I'm not going to. See you soon, Kinsley.” Hanging up the phone, an excitement was brewing deep inside my gut.
That same dangerous feeling started to well up in my core, taking hold of my muscles and making my stomach scrunch with an odd warmth. Kinsley was a beautiful woman, and in a little while I would start phase one.
The
There has to be something off with her that her friends never mentioned.
The idea just didn't make sense. Kinsley was drop dead beautiful, had a body I would kill another man to get a chance with, and she certainly wasn't lacking in the brain department.
So why the dry spell?
Flipping through my phone, I pulled up her number and dialed. “Kinsley, it's Layne.”
“Hello, how's things?” She asked with a nervous flutter in her tone.
“Informative.”
“Why's that, did you follow me around? Trail me around town, watching from a creepy distance?”
She didn't have to say anything else to give away her annoyance over my dropping in at her school. I could picture her with her hand on her hip, eyes hooded, head cocked to the side.
I didn't have to follow her around to see the signals of what she'd looked like right then. I had already spotted those subtle ticks at the school, observation was key.
And I watched everything.
“You can take your hand off your hip, I didn't follow you.”
There was a drawn out pause before she finally spoke. “How did you know I had my hand on my hip? Are you watching me now?”
Chuckling, I said, “No, I told you I'm not a stalker. This is what I do for work, and you've already given me the hand on hip look. Remember?”
“Oh, I guess I did.” A tense giggle hit my ear, my cock jerking to the melodic tone of her laugh.
What the hell?
That's not supposed to happen.
My eyes shot to my waist, glaring at the semi forming in my jeans. Adjusting myself, I took in a large breath of air, forcing the blood back to my head. Immediately, I started flipping through extremely unsexy images in my mind.
Teller at the DMV, lady that delivers my mail, Loretta in her bikini.
Loretta was my neighbor downstairs... She was a very nice woman, but she was well into her sixties, and did not have the form that was flattered by a bikini anymore. Also, the hair on her upper lip, and hair that puffed from places I never wanted my eyes look at, didn't help her cause.
Shaking my head, I said, “I watch to learn who you are, Kinsley, everything plays a part in what I do.”
“I guess I'm not used to anyone paying that much attention.” Clanking noises broke through the speaker, the sound of water running echoed in the background.
She must be doing dishes. Good she's not too busy at all.
“Get used to it, because I do a lot of that. Alright, let's get down to business. Tonight I need you to meet me at Duffy's. Come dressed casual, but no jeans.”
“Tonight? Layne, did you forget that I have a child, I can't just run out anytime I want to. I don't even know if I can get a babysitter right now.”
“Don't worry, I have that covered. Gina will be there by seven.”
“Seriously? You called Gina?”
“She told me she'd be there for anything I needed, and honestly, I've never seen someone so anxious to babysit before.” Flipping through my closet, I grabbed a deep blue blazer, tossing it onto my bed.
“Yeah well, you don't know Gina's kids. They're a bit more rambunctious than most kids. But she's got three, I only have one, I might be itching to get out too.”
Her voice seemed to level out, the anxiety giving way to relief that I took a responsibility off her shoulders. I wasn't used to my clients having children, but Gina assured me that if I needed any help at all with Kinsley, just to give her a call.
Thank you Gina.
“Alright, I'm going to let you go so you can get ready, and I'll see you in a bit.”
“Wait, you haven't told me what were doing?”
“No, I didn't, and I'm not going to. See you soon, Kinsley.” Hanging up the phone, an excitement was brewing deep inside my gut.
That same dangerous feeling started to well up in my core, taking hold of my muscles and making my stomach scrunch with an odd warmth. Kinsley was a beautiful woman, and in a little while I would start phase one.
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