Mister Landlord - Mister Yum

“Oh, yeah. Em said you would be coming by, though she didn’t say how attractive you were.” Her voice is sultry and goes straight to my balls. She blushes scarlet and slaps a hand against her mouth. “I cannot believe I just said that out loud.”

“She wouldn’t. I am her brother,” I say chuckling.

“Well, that makes sense. She did manage to drop into the conversation that you used to play baseball though. Come on in,” she says stepping back, gesturing for me to come in. I purposely brush against her. The swell of her breast touches my arm. Her little gasp about has me throwing her to the floor and sinking my eleven-inch monster cock into her.

“I’m in between things right now,” I tell her.

“Well, I can understand that. The problem area is in the back bedroom,” she says after delicately clearing her throat.

“Lead the way.” She moves down the hall in front of me and I can’t help watching the way her ass sways. It’s huge and juicy. I just want to bite it. Touch it. Watch it bounce as I fuck into her from behind. Fuck. I’m in so much trouble.

“Please excuse the mess,” she says once we are in the bathroom. There are panties everywhere. I didn’t realize there were so many styles of panties. But there are maybe fifty pairs on the floor in a messy pile. “I had to try these out for work, and I hadn’t had a chance to pick them up. Though, in my defense, I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.

“No worries. I didn’t want you to be without a shower,” I say, setting the toolbox down by the bathtub.

“That’s so nice of you. You do know there are about five other bathrooms, right?” she asks, and I nod, realizing how stupid I sounded. I should have just been honest and said I was bored. “I’ll leave you to it. I need a drink. Would you like a soda or anything?”

“Yes. Thank you. Whatever you have is fine.”

“I’ve got Dr. Pepper. Will that do it for you?”

“That’ll be fine. Thanks again.” When she leaves again, I take a deep breath, clearing my head.

Just as I pull the faucet out of its setting, she comes back in with cans.

“Here you go, Mr. Melançon,” she says moving to hand me one of the cans.

“Beau, please.”

“Alright, Beau.” I grasp the soda, my hand briefly enclosing over her much smaller one. Since I haven’t stopped staring at her face, her big blue eyes captivating me her grin lights up the room.

“I’m almost done. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Oh, really?” She sounds disappointed by the news.

“Yes. Unless something else needs my attention?” I ask. Her eyes sparkle. I’d love to know what she’s thinking right now.

“I’m sure something around this dusty old mansion needs attending too,” she says. Damn, her smile is electric. “I’ll let you get back to work.” She leaves the room again and I swear I miss her. She’s a weird combo of innocent and sexy, adorable and vixen. I need to know more about her.

It’s perfectly acceptable for a landlord to date his tenant, right?

Chapter Two

Eleanor Gremillon

I really didn’t think today could get any worse. I have spent the last two hours trying on lingerie that costs a pretty penny and none of it fits me. I pick up the offending garment and hold it out. There is no fucking way this is a 2x. No fucking way. I huff. How the hell am I supposed to sell these in my store if they aren’t true to their size?

Being the owner of the Palais de Plaisance, the only plus size lingerie boutique in the French Quarter, I pride myself in making sure that all sizes are guaranteed. This is what I get for buying from a new distributor. I chuck the underwear on the floor and go to grab another pair trying to wiggle my thick ass into the pair that says 2x but has to be an XL.

“God damn, mother fucking fuck,” I screech out. This is what I get for thinking today couldn’t get any worse. First, my car decided to laugh at me when I tried to turn it on this morning. When I say laugh, I really mean it chug, chug, coughed then just died. It really did sound like it fucking laughed at me though. After two more tries and fifteen minutes later she finally started.

Second, by the time I got to the boutique I was late for the deliveries. So late that one of the delivery guys literally just left all the boxes on the side of the building. I had to pay the other guy more money just so he would help me bring them in. I learned that chivalry is dead.

Third, after a super fucking long day at work, I get an Uber home. I was very much looking forward to a nice hot bath and a huge glass of wine, but no. When I went to get the tub going the thing just like broke off in my hand. When I first moved in, I wondered why the rent was so low for such a big house. Em said that it was because it needed updates and remodels, and boy does it. I had to call Em and tell her what was going on. She told me that it couldn’t get fixed until tomorrow and while there is a hell of a lot more bathrooms in the huge house, the master bath is the only one that has a tub big enough to cover my boobs and knees at the same time. Finally, the stupid mislabeled underwear just topped off my fucking day.