Sliding my hand over my body, I wondered what Kenton will think of it. I vaguely remember Charlie's mom. She was a pretty, young woman, but she was curvier than me. What if that's more his type? After all, she's who he married.
You know what? I'm not going to worry about it. He finds me attractive. That is evident by his lingering gaze.
Pulling the thin dress over my head, I let it slide down, enjoying the way it clings to my trim figure. I really like the spaghetti straps, and I feel like the tiny white flowers printed on top of the scarlet red add an innocent girlish twist. He won’t stand a chance.
All that combined with the high hem tastefully skimming my thighs should drive him fucking crazy. God, do I want to drive him crazy. I think I'll wear my hair down. It's more dramatic, and I feel like men like pulling it. It feels more passionate, more like they're claiming the woman.
Deciding that the look is a winner, I grab my phone and house keys and make my way towards the front door.
Ring ring ring.
Stopping and looking down to see that my sister Abbie is calling me. I smile as I answer the phone.
"Hey, there, Abbie! How are you doing?" I ask, skipping down the front steps to the house.
"Oh, I'm doing so great. We're having an amazing time," she gushes. "I was just calling to check-in. What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know, I'm out here seducing the sexiest man alive," I say, casually.
"Wait. What?" Her voice is confused. I don't show much interest in the men around here, so she probably has no idea what I'm talking about. I can't help but laugh. I think she is the sweetest, most innately innocent, and kind of the two of us. I wanted to tell her about my crush a long time ago, but I knew she would disapprove.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just going out for a little run. That's my life lately. What are you up to?"
"Oh, Bryce and I are in the city. We're going out to dinner and catching a movie. I just realized I hadn't heard from you in a couple of days," she continues as I walk toward the woods where I know I will find Kenton fishing.
I continue to listen to my sister carry on about wedding plans and her brilliant fiancé Bryce. They really are the cutest couple. I can’t lie; I have a soft spot for Bryce too. Despite the minimal age gap, I know they will be happy together.
Honestly, they both have been through so much; they deserve this happiness.
Walking a little farther and coming to the edge of the forest, I feel my heart start to beat faster, "Hey, Abs, I'm gonna have to let you go, but I'll give you a call soon."
"Okay, yeah, sure thing, Lucy. Have a good night!
"You too. Love you. Bye."
I hang up my phone with a quick click and place it in one of my dress pockets. Pockets and dresses. They really should have more of those; I muse as I step through the trees, doing my best to remain quiet.
It's a lovely place. The trees are close together but not so close to that you can't walk through or see what's beyond. I know it's about a half mile walk to the lake where Kenton prefers to fish. He will probably be alone. Most people don't come out here for fishing. They tend to stick to the river for fly fishing.
Stepping carefully over fallen trees and a couple of beer cans, I can't help but smile as I see the top of his head glinting from behind a bush. He’s sitting down holding a fishing pole, his brow knit in concentration. I wonder if he has any idea how incredibly sexy he was.
I just love the way his high cheekbones contrast with his full mouth and clear blue eyes. I'll bet he was a real panty-dropper in his twenties. Who am I kidding? He graduated from panty-dropper to straight God of Sex.
Am I drooling? If there was ever a man worth drooling over, it’s this handsome man before me.
What is even more interesting about the erotic picture is that he’s taken his shirt off. Does he have a habit of fishing shirtless? Good God, with those rippling abs and that deep cut v framing his stomach, I should’ve made more of an effort to come out here sooner.
Stepping forward, my foot snaps a twig. That gets his attention. His head snaps around so fast it’s a wonder he didn't break his own neck. And when he looks at me, oh my God. We have all heard the phrase if looks could kill. Well, in this case, it would be, "If looks could fuck."
"What are you doing here, Lucy," he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I must've surprised him more than I thought.
"Oh, I was just walking." Turning my head and looking around the beautiful lake. "Sorry, I didn't know that anyone was out here," I say, slipping a long dark lock of hair behind my ear, enjoying the way he watches as my hands slide over my shoulder, collarbone, and delicate cleavage. His blue eyes seemed darker, distant, as if he is lost in a fantasy.
"Oh, yes, I come out her fish
ing sometimes," he says, his voice still unsteady; his eyes now looking back to the lake far from me.