Fisher stood just inches behind me; I could feel his nearness as Rose made sure we all were reminded of my age. Pigtails and freckles.
Fantastic.
“Thanks.” I forced my manners instead of acting like a disgruntled, pouty child who didn’t get to go out with the adults on a Friday night.
“Fisher, this is Tiffany. Tiff, this is Fisher.” Rose made the introduction, and I stepped aside so I wasn’t blocking them from their big introduction.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” Fisher nodded and smiled. “I didn’t expect everyone to be here so early. I need to grab a quick shower.”
“Take your time,” Rory said. “We have more wine.” She laughed and so did Rose and Tiffany.
Me? Not so much.
As soon as Fisher disappeared into the house, Tiffany’s jaw hit the ground. “Oh. My. God …” She fanned herself. “You weren’t kidding. He’s just … smokin’. I should have waxed everything, not just my legs.”
The ladies giggled.
Again, I didn’t share in their amusement. I definitely wasn’t going to laugh about Tiffany’s bold assumption that Fisher would see some unshaved part of her body.
Gah … I hope he doesn’t.
Feeling sufficiently nauseous, I excused myself. “I’m going to head downstairs and grab a shower too. Have a fun time.”
“I hope you have plans, sweetie. I feel bad leaving you if you don’t, but you’re just not old enough to get into the club.”
Rose and Tiffany gave me sad expressions.
My fake smile jumped to the rescue. “Yeah, I might meet up with some friends from church.”
“Okay. Be safe. I’ll see you tomorrow. If we’re going to be too late, I might just crash at Rose’s house. So I don’t want you to worry if you don’t see me until morning.”
Rory crashing with Rose.
Tiffany offering her unshaved parts to Fisher.
Just wonderful. I could not have been more excited for the real adults.
“Sounds good. Goodnight.”
I lugged my bag around the house to the basement. As soon as I removed my boots, I ran up the stairs and pressed my ear to the door. When I didn’t hear anything, I opened it slowly and peeked into the kitchen. When I didn’t see anyone, I slid around the corner and padded down the hallway to the closed master bedroom door. Pressing my ear to it, I listened for Fisher, but I heard nothing. Again, I slowly opened the door. The lights were on in his bathroom, so I stepped inside his bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me.
My bare feet made a silent trek to his bathroom, where I peeked around a third door.
“You don’t know how to knock, do you?” Fisher looked at me in his mirror as he stood in front of his sink, ruffling his wet hair, wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist.
“They’re drunk. I hope you’re driving.” I peeled my gaze away from his reflection and moseyed into his walk-in closet.
“I’m sure I am.” He appeared in the doorway to his closet as I browsed around at his hanging clothes, mostly button-down shirts. He must have kept his work shirts in one of the drawers by my feet.
“Tiffany’s pretty excited. She thinks you’re ‘smokin’ and she regrets not waxing everything.”
“Is that so?”
I turned toward Fisher; his shoulder leaned against the door frame and his arms crossed over his bare chest. Of course, Tiffany was planning on all things with Fisher. How could any sane, single woman not think like that?
“Yes. That’s so.”
“Is that why you’re in my room? In my closet? To tell me about Tiffany’s grooming habits?”
I nibbled the inside of my cheek while running my hand down one of his long-sleeved button-downs. “Pretty much.”
“Well, thanks for the heads-up. I’ll keep that in mind tonight.”
I made my way to him, but he didn’t move to let me leave. He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer, so there were no more steps for either one of us to take.
My right hand lifted, feathering along his abs. They tightened even more under my touch.
The tips of my fingers met the top of his towel, pausing there as I lifted my gaze to his. His full lips parted, and the look in his eyes was pure sin.
“Don’t have sex with her tonight.” I couldn’t keep my eyes from averting to the side and then to my feet. I had no right to ask him for that favor. After all, it wasn’t like I was offering him anything.
“There’s a lot we can do without having sex. You know this.”
I wasn’t sure what ached more, my fractured heart or my nauseous stomach. My brave fingers tugged at his towel. It fell to the floor. Fisher didn’t flinch.
I had no clue what my plan was … I officially had the naked fisherman in front of me.
Completely naked.
Cock erect.
Eyes hooded.
Tongue slowly swiping his lower lip when I forced my gaze from his cock to his face.