Virgin Next Door

So sweet.

So beautiful.

“So, I was thinking that you could come by my house next Saturday,” Louisa’s mom said. Her hand went to his thigh. The kids wouldn’t be able to see. It was high up on his thigh, very close to his dick, which for him, only had one owner.

What the fuck?

He thought about Ann.

His dick belonged to Ann.

When the fuck had this happened?

Why did he even care so much?

“I’m busy next weekend.” Katie was going to his parents’ house and he was going to be balls deep inside of Ann, his very sexy, next-door neighbor.

He put his hand on top of Louisa’s mom’s with the intention of moving it, only he felt a pull across the room.

He turned to see Ann was there. Her gaze was on him and in a split second before she looked away, he saw the pain and hurt in her eyes.

Fuck.

She was alone, at a table near the counter.

He heard her name called. She grabbed her dinner, and without another look at him, she was gone.

There was no time to chase her either. Their dinner arrived and Katie was oblivious to his panic. Ann had seen him with this woman and her overly grabby hand. He was pissed off. He tried to focus on dinner, listening to Katie and Louisa chatter. He moved to the edge of the booth, and when Katie asked if she could sleep over at Louisa’s, he didn’t argue. He promised to get her the next day.

Louisa’s mom wanted him to come back for a drink but he declined, instead, walking back to his home with the task of trying to figure out how to tell the woman in his life that what she saw wasn’t the real truth.

Never had he justified his actions, but now, he did feel he was going to need a miracle.

Chapter Eight

It was foolish to hope for anything. She knew that now as clear as anything.

Ann couldn’t believe what a fool she had been and he was even on a date with another woman. Sure, Katie and another girl had been there, but he’d looked way too cozy with that other woman, and well, it was up to him what he did.

After running fingers through her hair, she put her food down on the counter and instead, took a nice long shower.

She tilted her head up to the spray of the water, closing her eyes as she washed the day’s dirt from her body. She was due to walk Elizabeth’s dogs tomorrow morning.

Whatever tales these houses had to tell, they clearly didn’t work on her, not that she minded. She didn’t need a man.

With her hair thoroughly washed and her body clean, she turned the shower off and wrapped her hair up in a towel before pulling on a bathrobe to cover her body.

She wondered if that other woman had to cover anything up that was perfect on her. Ugh, she hated this. Being jealous of other women was not productive. It sucked and she wasn’t the kind of woman to be pissed at something like this, and yet, it seemed, she was hurt by what she saw.

It means nothing.

Once she’d padded downstairs, she grabbed her dinner off the counter, which was now cold, but she didn’t mind eating cold burgers. There was no reason for her to cook today.

Sitting on the sofa, she shoved her burger into her mouth and took a large bite, feeling her stomach twist at the thought of Eli preferring the sophisticated woman to her. She wondered if that woman needed help to pay her mortgage, or if her bills and finances were all in order. She probably didn’t need two jobs either.

Taking another bite, she refused to allow herself to fall for him, or think about him with another woman.

He had his own life, he could live it his own way.

She’d be able to work through all of her troubles. It would probably be good for Katie to have a mother as well.

Another bite and a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

With burger in hand, she walked across to her door, only to glare. Eli was on the other side. She stood there.

“Ann, I know you’re in there.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I can feel you. Come on. I know you’re pissed at me, but you can’t be pissed at something you don’t know. You don’t know the full story.”

Unlocking her door, she opened it. “I really need to know the full story about why that woman was pretty much touching your dick in the diner?”

“She didn’t get anywhere near my dick.”

“Yeah, right. Did you just throw her off you, is that it? Is that what you want me to believe?” she asked.

He stepped into her house, closing the door, and she stormed away, going back to her seat on the sofa. He wasn’t getting sex tonight.