Rather than hide out in my new room for however long it will be, I head back out, in time to see Mitch cutting through two large-looking sandwiches.
“Take a seat,” he says, sitting at the counter.
Sliding between the counter and booth, placing my hands flat to the surface, I watch him put the sandwiches on plates.
He sits opposite me, which I don’t mind. I like looking at him. Where I’m blonde, he’s dark. His hair is black with a few strands of grey. He always reminds me of looking sophisticated, cute, sexy, hot. A man full of experience.
My nipples tighten to hard points.
Looking away, I grab my sandwich and take a big bite.
“So, any thoughts of college?”
With my father’s mounting debts, college hasn’t been in my future. I’d not been able to get a scholarship as my father refused to help me in the funding and application, much to the school’s annoyance. Instead, I’ve worked during the past year, and while I have, I’ve been reapplying to a couple of colleges, hoping to finally get my spot. I doubt I’ll be able to fill them, as there is now another year full of eighteen-year-olds with bright futures.
“I … I’m thinking I’ll have to take courses online,” I say. “I don’t want to be the only girl who is a year older than everyone else. I missed my chance to go to college.”
“How about we look over a few things after we’ve eaten? There are amazing colleges, and I’m sure we can arrange something where you can watch lectures online or something like that.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He does this smile, making me wonder what he’s thinking about.
“I’d love to.” I really wanted to go to college. It’s something I remember my mom always talking about and insisting I consider it. “The sandwich is good.”
Again with the sexy smile.
I don’t know how long I’m staying here, but I hope I can control my needs. The last thing I’d ever want to do is make a fool of myself. The longer I’m with him, however, the less chance I have of actually accomplishing it.
Chapter Two
Mitch
The following day, I find Ava out by the pool. I stare at her for several seconds before heading outside. She’s wearing shorts with a crop shirt, and for me, it just won’t do. I want her to relax and enjoy herself here, not imagine she has to constantly cover herself up. I want her to be comfortable within her own skin. This is her home as well, and I want her to be happy with being herself, and me getting to see the fruits of that.
Grabbing a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, I head out, dropping down beside her on the chaise lounge out back. She’s got one of the books I purchased for her, and she places it down the moment I arrive.
“Morning,” she says. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did.”
“I hope you don’t mind me coming out here. It just looked so beautiful, I didn’t want to waste a single moment of the sun.”
“You know, you should be out here in a bikini soaking up the sun. You must be way too hot in those clothes.”
“No, I really shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be appropriate,” she says.
Getting to my feet, I stare into her eyes as I lower my khakis. If I’m going to have to take the lead on this, so be it. I’ve got no problem with that at all. This woman is going to be mine in every single sense of the word. The sooner she realizes there’s no hiding from me, the better.
With only my swimming trunks, I wink at her. “See, it’s not hard.”
“It’s easy for you.”
“Why?”
“You look … good in them.”
I pause, staring at her, seeing her cheeks flame. “You’re wearing a bikini right now?”
She nods her head, but I don’t get any sound coming from her lips.
Taking the book from where it lies against her chest, I hold her hand, bringing her to stand up against me.
“You think you don’t look good in a bikini.”
“I know I’m not … really slender. Please, Mitch, don’t worry about it. It’s all fine.”
“You’re here to have some fun and relax. You’re not here to lose weight. I want to see your bikini.” Gripping the edge of her crop top, I pull it over her head, throwing it off to the side, out of my way. She quickly covers her chest. I don’t even get a sneak peek. I’m right though. Her flesh is really warm. “I’m not going to have you passing out on me because of the heat.” Going to my knee before her, I think it’s very appropriate, but the ring I’ve got picked out for her will have to wait. She’s not ready. Soon, she will be. I know she will.
Removing her shorts is not a hardship, but staring up her body, seeing her pussy covered by a small patch of fabric, is enough to drive me insane. There’s no sign of her arousal either, but I know with a few touches, I’d have her soaking wet.