I shake my head. “That's ridiculous. She's a gorgeous young college girl. I'm just an old guy to her,” I say to myself. I'm just reading too much into things.
Sure, I’ve dated my share of younger women, but twenty is an age I’ve never gone after before. Mia is way too young for me. Plus, with the way she acts so innocent, I’m pretty sure she is a virgin. I can’t even imagine being the one to pop her cherry. Well, I can…
I look around, surprised that I'm already at the investment house. I must have been driving on autopilot. I’m glad it’s close by.
After pulling up in the driveway, I get out of the car then stretch. This is precisely what I need right now: to lose myself in my work and put all thoughts and distractions out of my head—especially thoughts of Mia’s full, perky breasts and how they jiggle when she’s walking. With perk like that, they would probably sway really good as she rode my cock and cried out my name.
No! I shake my head, trying to keep from slipping into fantasy.
Inside the house, I pull off my jacket and head upstairs. Then, rolling up my sleeves, I get to work on the master bathroom demolition. All the tile needs to come out, and the shower must be moved and expanded.
The minutes blur by as I start pulling things apart, taking measurements, and everything else. I enjoy the work of construction, and this house will look so great once I'm done. It’ll bring in a good profit, and I can share part of that with Ken. That would really get him back on his feet.
I stop for a minute, put my tools down, and wipe the sweat from my brow, looking at some of the designs I had sketched out for the shower dimensions.
“Hello?” I hear a voice call loudly from downstairs. I look around in surprise, not expecting anyone. In fact, no one is supposed to be here but me.
“It's me, Mia!” The voice calls out again.
I crush the sketches in my hand as I hurry downstairs, trying to suppress my excitement at this sudden surprise. My heart is racing. I walk through the house to find her standing in the kitchen.
“Hi. I hope I'm not bothering you,” she says with a slight smile. Something about her blue eyes seems to glow.
“No, not at all. This is a surprise, though,” I admit walking into the kitchen. Part of me wants to hug her, but that isn’t right, so I stand a few feet away from the girl and fold my arms over my chest.
Mia dips her head to one side, and I swear a slight blush covers her cheeks. “Yeah. I wanted to bring you breakfast, Isaac. You've been working really hard, and I noticed you didn't touch the coffee at home,” she explains while holding out a hot cup of coffee in a to-go cup.
“Thanks!” I say enthusiastically. I set the blueprints down on the table and take the coffee. Mia smiles and turns around. She takes a pink box off the counter and places it on the table.
“Fresh donuts for breakfast,” Mia announces as she opens the lid of the box.
I laugh at her enthusiasm. “Wow. This is great!” I reply.
She smiles, and we both reach for donuts. We eat in silence for a few seconds. I try to not watch how her lips move as she takes each bite of her sugary treat.
Mia looks around the room once again, then sighs. “You know what, I am starting to feel like I can move on from all of this.”
My heart lifts. “That's great news. I'm glad,” I reply as I finish my donut and lick my fingers.
Mia has hers in her hand. She takes a bite, and I sip my coffee. I can feel the tension building again. I grab the blueprints and study them again as a distraction. My cock is starting to harden. I can’t be having these urges.
“So, what's next for you?” Mia asks once her donut is finished.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking up, a little confused.
She grabs her coffee cup and leans against the counter with one hip cocked up. “Once your work here, at my house, is done. What are you going to do after that?” she clarifies, then frowns. “I hope you don't mind me asking about your life,” Mia adds after a second.
I set the blueprints down so I can better focus on our conversation. “Not at all. I'm glad to have another person to talk to,” I reply. We both smile. After a sip of my coffee, I answer her question. “I have a log cabin. It's out in the Adirondack Mountains, far away from everything. It's where I go when I want to get away from it all. It's very private and completely surrounded by trees. I love going there, so that's where I'll end up once I finish the job…” I stop talking and wonder if I just overstepped my boundaries.