She jerks her head next door. “I’m your new neighbor and every Thursday through Sunday night I hear some variation of ‘Oh, Jason.’”
So much for the quiet neighbor. She’s over here bitching just like the last one. It’s not my fault I’m good at what I do. Plus, the way my room is set up, it would be impossible to move my bed to a different wall. She’s either going to have to deal with it or move.
“Look,” I begin, ready to tell her to fuck off.
Her phone rings, she holds up a finger and turns her back to me. I look at her back, stymied until my eyes drift down and connect with her ass. That’s a nice ass, perfectly encased in tight jeans. My dick tightens a little as I imagine bending her over… I shake my head. Neighbors are too close for comfort. I always either drive the girl to my place or order us ride-share so I’m in control of my address. I don’t want them returning. A neighbor would know exactly where I live.
Flustered, I yank my towel from my waist and start drying my hair. I don’t remember that my actions leave me naked until she hangs up and turns back around. Her eyes widen, but to my surprise, she doesn’t balk.
“Anyway,” she says, stepping around me and inviting herself into my house. She walks into the living room, looks around and turns back to me. Her eyes continue to study my dick. “At least I know why all of them are screaming. Pretty impressive ‘Oh, Jason.’”
I’m both intrigued and irritated. “I didn’t invite you inside,” my lips protest, but my foot kicks the door closed.
My neighbor still looks unabashed for a woman who just walked into her naked neighbor’s house.
“I won’t be here long. I only came in because you were giving the neighbors a show. I came for a reason, but before that, I have a quick question.”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at her, so she can get to the point of this weird visit. I have shit to do.
“When you’re aroused, does your wee grow more when it hardens, or does it stay that size and just stiffens?”
“What that fuck kind of question is that?” I practically yell.
“A scientific one.” She glances over at the table and walks over to study the pictures on the wall. I do my best to ignore the curve of her ass as she bends. She straightens and shrugs. “It’s fine, you don’t have to answer.”
“I know. Now, get the point of your visit.”
“I have a proposition.” Her cheeks flush. “Well, that’s not the correct term. It’s kind of correct, but I can’t pay you for the favor—”
“You’re rambling. Give it to me straight. I’ll decide from there.”
She nods. “Right. The point.” She takes a breath and it’s the first sign of nerves I’ve seen from her since we met ten long minutes ago. She straightens her shoulders and looks me in the eyes. “I’ve never had an orgasm before and since you’re handing them out like candy…”
If I were drinking water, this is where I would choke on it. I shake my head and hold up my hands.
“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Did you just come in my house and ask for sex?” I know I have a reputation, but this is ridiculous. I’m not some amusement park ride.
“Yes and no,” she hedges. “I’m saying let’s make a deal. Give me something I want, and I’ll give you something you want.”
I cross my arms fully intrigued. “What could you possibly give to make me forget your ‘proposition?’ ”
She slides her phone in her back pocket and clasps her hands together. “What if I told you my uncle owns what appears to be your favorite sports team?”
My skin tingles with excitement, but I keep my face neutral. “Your uncle is Lincoln Baker?”
She smiles fondly. “The one and only. He’s the first black man to own an NFL team.”
I nod. “I’m aware. How does that benefit me?”
“What if I also told you, that because he’s my uncle, he always gives me tickets I don’t use because I don’t give two shits about football. I’m practically a season holder because he wants me to love it. In fact, I have tickets for tomorrow night’s game.”
I fold my arms to keep from looking damn giddy. “Where are these seats?”
“Sideline.”
“What level?”
“Lower.”
