Her Big Neighbor

Sighing, I heave off the covers and head to the shower. I’m hoping this day gets better, because losing an orgasm really isn’t the best start to the day. And I need a goal beyond just sorting through boxes. I’m happy to help my mom get things off the ground, but I need to figure out what I’m doing with myself, because I need something more to work for.

2

Edward

There’s more traffic than usual on the way to the office today, which gives me time to think. Though frankly, I’m kidding myself that I’m thinking and not fantasizing. She was watching me again today. Julia Palmer. Girl next door that I can’t stop thinking about.

I’ve known that she’s been watching me in the mornings for a while, and today’s the first time I let her know. No particular reason, other than I wanted to look at her. She’s been going in and out of the house helping her mother for weeks now. But the mornings, those are a different thing.

Julia has always been beautiful, but I hadn’t noticed her in that way. Not until the summer before she was about to leave for college and it was already too late. But I have incredibly vivid images of her sunbathing with her friends in bikinis so small that they should be illegal and short shorts that made me want to grab her ass and see if it was as firm as it looked.

She’s got this amazing dark hair, and I want to touch it. I can see it now—weaving my fingers through the thick strands and guiding her head downward to my waiting, hard cock. Fuck. I rip my mind away from that image because if I don’t, I’m going to have a hard-on the size of Texas by the time I get to the office. But God, that’s a difficult image to ignore. There are a hundred others like it, taking bits and pieces from my memories and spinning them into something more. Fiery and tempting.

I focus on the road. On driving. Anything but the way Julia’s curves call out to me like they’re begging me by name to touch them and make them mine.

Since coming back, she’s been on my mind nearly every day, though I haven’t thought of a way to approach her yet. I know her mother isn’t a fan of men in general, and certainly not of my family. I don’t want to make things harder than they have to be for Julia. She’s back, and I know she hasn’t graduated, and even though she’s even more beautiful than when she left, I can see the sadness clinging to her like a cloud.

I want to see her smile. Even if it’s just a small one like she gave me this morning.

Hell, I want to do a whole lot more than that, but I’ll start with a smile.

For living next door to each other our whole lives, Julia and I don’t know each other that well. My parents sent my brother and me to a private school. Between that, traveling, and the amount of extracurriculars I had, our lives just didn’t overlap very much.

But what I do remember is amazing and vibrant. She was full of life, and hell if I don’t wish that I had made a move that summer a few years ago. But I’m done spinning my wheels. I’m attracted to her, and I want to get to know her better on both a mental and physical level. I’m pretty sure she’s attracted to me too, otherwise I’d be surprised that she keeps watching me in the mornings.

Finally, after way too long, I pull into my parking spot at the office.

I’m way too young for the position that I currently hold at Werlin Venture, my father’s venture capital company. People don’t get promoted to CEO at twenty-five. But my father decided he was done. He wanted to travel the world with my mother in their retirement and they had enough money to do it, so off they went. I’ve got the house and the company, and I’m working my ass off to make sure that I make him proud. Working for him was all I ever wanted, and why I went into business in the first place.

There was some grumbling when he promoted me, but he’s the majority owner and can do what he likes. I’ve since put a lot of the grumbling to rest and worked hard to show the people at the company that I take my position seriously and that I’m dedicated to not only continuing my father’s legacy but expanding it.

My assistant smirks when I walk through the door. He’s a few years younger than me, and so organized that I think I wouldn’t be able to find my left shoe without him. But Patrick almost never smirks. “Dear God, what happened to put that look on your face.”