My Neighbor's Husband

“Um, thanks,” I say flushing. “I left it at the block party, right?”

The words sound weird as they come out of my mouth because I know Buster didn’t go to the block party. He was right here, snoozing away in my kitchen the whole time, so how did that handkerchief come loose?

But then Dane grins again.

“No, Margot, I found it in my backyard. Now care to discuss how it got there?”

My cheeks flush hotly all over again and my breasts heave as I stammer. Oh no. It’s time to pay the Pied Piper because he’s here on my doorstep.

6

Dane

The girl is gorgeous as she stands in the doorframe, stammering.

“Um weird. I wonder how it got into your backyard,” she says as a blush covers her cheeks.

My eyebrow quirks.

“Want to invite me in so we can talk about it?”

For a moment, I’m afraid Margot is going to say no. After all, it’s dark now and I’m a huge, muscular man whom she doesn’t really know. We only met formally this afternoon, so I can understand why she doesn’t want to let me into her house.

But after biting her lip, she nods.

“Come on in,” she says, stepping back to let me into her kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”

I step in and the curvy girl closes the front door behind me. Suddenly, a golden retriever whizzes like a streak of lightning through the kitchen before jumping on me excitedly. His tail is wagging up a mile and his doggy face smiles with pure joy.

“Hey boy,” I say while petting his head. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Margot looks exceedingly embarrassed.

“Buster, down,” she commands. “Ignore him. He gets excited whenever someone new comes over.”

I laugh and look around as Buster gives one short yelp and then disappears into the darkness once again. The setting is very homey. In fact, this house is exactly like mine except it’s much shabbier. That’s to be expected. When I was on the market, I was only looking at homes in triple-mint condition because renovations are such a drag. I didn’t want to move into a new home, only to be immediately saddled with dust clouds and construction workers clomping about in their heavy boots.

But Margot’s house has definitely seen its share of wear and tear. The wallpaper is a faded floral print, and the furniture looks spindly and outdated. In fact, the wooden kitchen table has scratches all over it, and the kitchen chairs look like they’re made of a cheap aluminum with plastic seats and backs.

“I’m sorry my place isn’t nicer,” she hedges while grabbing a glass from the cupboard. “I’m just renting, but it’s all I could afford.”

I nod.

“No this place is nice,” I say sincerely. “You’ve done a good job with it.”

My sentiment is real too because the house is spic and span. There’s no dust or grime anywhere, and Margot’s hung up cheery prints on the walls. Plus, the curtains at the kitchen window look to be homemade, with their scalloped edges and lacey sashes.

“Um, I like to craft sometimes,” she says, seeing where I’m looking. “I sewed those curtains using my grandma’s old Singer sewing machine,” she says ruefully. “I wasn’t sure that that thing even ran, but lo and behold, the foot pedal worked and I was able to put together those curtains.”

“They’re really nice,” I remark. Then I look at her more closely. She’s wearing jeans and a top, but something about the top makes me ask, “Do you sew your own clothes as well?”

Margot blushes again while handing me the glass of water. Our fingers brush momentarily and shivers go down my spine. Holy shit, she’s hot. I can’t wait to see what happens if even that small touch causes me to go hard.

She nods before smiling at me hesitantly again.

“I do. I’m surprised you can tell,” she says. “Most people, much less guys, never notice.”

I let my eyes roam over her ample figure as she quivers before me. Wow, her breasts must be Double Ds at least and her wide hips swing attractively as she goes over to the fridge. But then Margot pauses.

“Oh shit, do you want a beer? I meant to offer you that option, but then I got you a water instead.”

I laugh.

“No, it’s okay. I had three beers at the block party, so I’m good for the night. Water hits the spot.”

She smiles and then comes back over to sit in the chair opposite mine. I can hardly tear my eyes away from that giant bosom, her breasts cushioned just so within the scoop neck. Margot is exactly what I need right now, and hopefully I can literally charm her pants off tonight.

“So yes, this top I actually made myself,” she admits, looking down at the purple t-shirt. “It’s kind of ironic because you can buy t-shirts from Costco or Walmart for about five dollars, but I like making things myself even if it ends up costing more.”