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Vinnie
“Ugh.How long are you going to be?”
The voice comes from somewhere behind me.
“What’s the problem?”I grunt into the cardboard, trying not to drop everything as I step to the back of the elevator.
“I have to get upstairs,” the woman says.“And you’re hogging the elevator.”
I jam the boxes in a corner, gritting my teeth and wishing I had hired movers to help with this bullshit.Who knew I had so much stuff?Between my place in Indiana and my old bedroom above the bar, I had amassed more shit than I knew what to do with.But this chick, the one tapping her foot against the cold marble in the lobby doesn’t give a crap about any of that.
When I bought the unit, I didn’t think about the fact that there was only one elevator for the entire fifty-unit building.I was too excited about buying my first place, which was also the only available penthouse on the block.
“I’ll make a spot for you.”I back out of the half-empty elevator, pushing boxes aside for the woman.
She groans, bumping into my shoulder as she walks by me.“Inconsiderate,” she mumbles.
She may be bitchy, but the calves on her could choke me out if she wrapped them the right way around my neck.
Then there’s that ass.High and tight in running shorts and a half tank, showing off her black tramp stamp like a beacon, calling out to my cock, just above her waistband.
When she spins around, her front is more spectacular than the view from the back.Big tits, skin the color of caramel frosting, and long brown hair dancing over her breasts just like my hands would if given half the chance.
“Are you done yet?”She crosses her arms over her chest.
She’s caught me looking, but hell if I’m going to admit it.“With what?”
How could I not stare?There’s no way she walks around in that outfit and doesn’t expect to catch an eye or two.She might as well be naked between the amount of skin she’s showing and the tightness of the clothes she’s wearing.
She moves one hand to her face, and my eyes follow.“My eyes are up here.”
I nearly swallow my tongue as I take in her full pink lips, high cheekbones, and bronze-colored eyes.
She’s just a hot chick, Vinnie.
I’d been with dozens of hot girls, but damn it, I’m a connoisseur of fine women.One is more beautiful than the next.
I don’t use them either.I worship their beauty and softness, losing myself in the pleasure I give to them as well as myself.
“Are you done gawking?”
I can’t take my eyes off her mouth as she speaks.The way the corner of her lips turns up a little as they move is hot as hell.
It’s like I’ve gone stupid, which is something new for me.
Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t gotten laid in weeks, deciding it was better to keep my junk in my pants as I transition from college into my new life as a professional football player and step into adulthood.
I clear my throat and grab more boxes.“I wasn’t gawking.”
She drops a shoulder and tilts her head, totally calling me on my bullshit.“You were staring.”
“I was trying to figure out if I could fit more boxes on before we head up,” I lie through my goddamn teeth.
There’s no way I’m giving this girl, who’s throwing attitude like it’s her job, any more ammunition to toss in my face than she already has.
I set another stack of boxes just inside the doors, and as I stand, I can’t help but let my eyes linger a little too long on her legs.
