“OK.” I call back, not sure I spoke loud enough for her to hear me over the noise she's making in there.
“I’ve cooked dinner too, so you might want to hurry up. It will be ready in twenty minutes.”
I close the sliding door, and walk around the side of the house to the laundry as requested, and start to undress.
I put my boots beside the door, and place all of my sweaty dirty clothes in the washing machine.
I left my boxer briefs on, and now that I'm looking at the door into the house, I'm not sure I made the right choice. My clothes weren’t that dirty, honestly, I should have kept them on and hightailed it to my room instead.
I crack the door open just enough to see where Kassie is. She’s still in the kitchen, her back to the laundry. I have no doubt that’s on purpose.
So, I decide to streak across the living room in my underwear, and if she manages to catch me doing it, then we can call it even for me seeing her in her underwear earlier. Not that I'm complaining about that momentary lack of judgement about walking into her room, because look how well that turned out!
We kissed.
Then she ran out of the house, and now she's not talking to me unless she's issuing orders. They're not the fun kind of orders that come after a kiss, but I can live with that.
For now.
So, I slow my pace. I'm pretty sure a toddler could move faster than I am, but that’s the point, I’m not trying to catch Kassie’s attention.
Just when I think I've failed my mission, and I reach the hallway to the bedrooms, I hear her muttered curse.
“For fucks sake, put some clothes on! No one needs to see the defined muscles in your back, and legs. Not to mention that tight ass. Stop it Kass, just stop. He’s not interested!”
That’s where she’s wrong. I am interested, more than I should be. More than what Max is going to like. So much that I don’t know what to do next.
Obviously, I have to put some clothes on, but first I'm going to have that shower Kassie suggested, because I smell like sweat, and wood chips.
I toss my boxers near my open duffle bag on my way to the bathroom attached to my room. As far as I know, every bedroom has its own bathroom. Something that Max’s parents wanted when they did the renovations in recent years, because, and I quote, ‘the kids are getting older now, and don’t want to share’.
Out of habit I dip my head under the water, and squeeze shampoo into my hand. It’s not until I'm rinsing the suds out of my hair that I realise what I've done. Quickly, I grab my bodywash and rub some all over my body, making sure I get all the important parts. You know, pits, crack and sack.
I scrub the towel over my body, and my hair, then wrap it around my waist to walk into my bedroom.
I'm not sure why I do it, at home I would have walked naked from one room to the other, but being here alone with Kassie, and what happened just after we arrived, I'm walking on the side of caution.
I pull on clean underwear, clean jeans, and grab a clean t-shirt. Just as I'm about to drop it on over my head there's a light knock on the door.
“Just wanted to let you know that dinners ready.” Kassie’s voice is muffled behind the heavy door.
I pull the door open to find her standing there, startled at the sudden movement, and stumbles.
Then, I watch as her eyes travel over my shoulders, pecs, and abs, following the trail of hair down into the still unbuttoned jeans.
I don’t say a word, I simply drop my t-shirt over my head, covering up my body, and bringing her eyes back to mine.
She coughs, then stomps back towards the kitchen.
CHAPTER 8
Kassie
Out of thecorner of my eye I see movement, and even before I turn to look, I know it’s Bennett walking through the living room after me yelling at him to not track dirt through the now cleaned house.
What I don’t expect when I look up, is to see him casually strolling through the room, in just his tight black, sexy as fuck, boxer briefs.
It’s hard tonotnotice his body!
