No one was paying attention to me as I hauled my suitcases out of Bambi and started lugging them up the wooden porch.
“Hey there, lady. Let me help you with those.” The flannel man from the wallaby incident took hold of my luggage and brought them up the rest of the way.
“Thanks.” I huffed breathlessly.
“Name’s Derek, by the way.” He held out his hand which I shook.
“So why the suitcases?” he asked. I wondered if Jake had mentioned to anyone about me being here.
“Well there isn’t such a thing as too many sexy toys, am I right?” Out of all the answers that could have come out of my mouth, I’m not really sure why that one was it. His face turned red. Well, at least making him blush was fun. Just as I was about to say I was joking, Jake walked up the stairs.
“I got this. Thanks, Derek.” He smacked the man on the back in a bro type of way before grabbing my bags with ease. Derek, still blushing, muttered bye, and walked away.
“What did you say to him?” Jake’s tone was inquisitive. I shrugged and blinked innocently.
“He asked why the suitcases, and I asked him if there was such a thing as too many sex toys. Shall we?” I opened the door and walked inside. Leaving Jake on the porch. In shock. Shaking his head, he walked inside and went up the stairs. I followed behind and noticed he didn’t put my bags in the spare room. I followed him into a larger room with a big bed with wooden posts, and crisp, dark blue sheets. There was a dresser and what looked like a walk-in closet just before a door I assumed was a bathroom. By one of the two windows there was a sort of cushioned bench and a dog bed on the floor, for Binksie, I was guessing.
“I’m not staying in the other room?” I finally vocalized my confusion. He set the bags down and looked at me.
“Nope, you’re staying with me.” I gasped.
“No way! Being here with you is crazy enough. I don’t really even know you! I’m not sleeping with you. Plus, I snore! And I’m a bed hog. Just ask my best friend, Rayne. I’m the worst. Really, for your safety I should move into the other room.” He walked closer and I took a few steps back. Was it just me, or was Jake prowling forward making me turn on the water park in my panties? Dammit! When my back hit the wall, I knew I was screwed.
His body pressed up against mine, and before I could stop it, a little mewling sound escaped my lips. I watched as his blue eyes turned darker. Oh God, was he going to kiss me?
“I’ll take my chances. Your perfect ass is cuddling up to me tonight.” He leaned in to kiss my nose and walked out of the room. I sagged against the wall. That man. He did something fierce to me, things I didn’t want to be feeling. I looked around the room and then to my suitcases. Fine, he wanted me to stay in here with him; I would make myself right at home.
I got to work on unloading my bags and making room in the drawers and closet. I was surprised to see he had cleared some space for me but then I giggled when I saw how little room there was. It was cute, he really must have thought I wouldn’t be bringing too much. As if!
I reorganized his drawers, taking over more than half. And I may or may not have fondled his boxers a bit. Thoughts of him walking around half-naked drifted through my head as I got to work on the closet. After the closet was finished, I went into the bathroom and set up all of my beauty supplies. By the time Jake was calling me down for dinner, I looked around the room and felt at home. Which surprised me. I turned and went downstairs to see what he had made.
