I swung my head round quickly enough to mimic Stephen King’s Carrie. Ava stood there wearing tight black jeans and a black tank top that did nothing to conceal her slim waist and tits that were more than a handful. She was covered in a slight film of dust that made her look a bit grey and I figured she’d been plastering.
“It’s the guest beer,” I said, gesturing for her to sit down. “Want one?”
She shook her head, her hair loosening from the knot she had it in at the top of her head. I’d fantasised about that hair ever since, how it had felt in my hand when I’d taken her from behind, how it had looked covering her tits when she’d bounced on top of my dick. She’d been beautiful the night of Jackson’s wedding, her dress showing her figure. But right now, bare faced and dirty from work, she looked beautiful again and I stopped myself from reaching over to pull her to me, fuck getting dust all over my suit, I didn’t care.
“Why not?” She settled at the table. “I should’ve showered before I came out, but I’m going to have to do another hour anyway before I meet the sibs after work.” Silvia arrived with the beers, looking from me to Ava and smiling to herself.
“Where’ve you been working?”
She shrugged. “On mine today. After checking the three other sites before eight this morning. I should’ve stayed at the townhouse and overseen the kitchen going in but I really want to flip where I am soon and move on to this gorgeous five bed I’ve seen.” She pulled a face.
“What’s with the five bed?” We’d talked a lot at Jackson’s wedding, including about her business and her passion for houses.
“It’s a treat. But it’s going to be a lot of work.” She began to describe the current state of the house, nibbling at my lunch as she told me about the various issues there were with the structure itself and what she envisioned it becoming. It was all a lot more interesting than commercial litigation so for the next hour I sat there and listened, watching more and more of her hair fall from the messy knot.
“And you’ve let me waffle on with myself again.” She put down her empty beer glass. “What are you doing out of the prison at this time on a Friday?”
I laughed. “It isn’t a prison,” I said. “I like my job.”
“So why are you here and not there?”
I shrugged. “I went to the post office to send the rest of Andrea’s stuff.”
“Oh,” she said. “So it is over?”
What the fuck? I wouldn’t have slept with her if it wasn’t over. “Definitely. Otherwise the other Saturday wouldn’t have happened.” Blue eyes widened and I remembered what she looked like when she came and all I wanted to do was elicit that noise she made when she reached her pinnacle and lock it up somewhere in my head so I could hear it forever. She was everything fuckable and wonderful wrapped into one slender, strong package. And that hair.
There was a nod. “I thought so. But I also wondered if you’d give it one more go. I’ve seen people do that, like they’re trying to cling on to a life preserver or something because being single is too difficult. I’m glad you’re still single.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re rather addictive.” She shot me a smile that reduced my brain to needing to communicate in grunts and swing her over my shoulder and take her home.
“One night,” I said, my sensible lawyer brain wrangling control. “It could only be one night. Your brothers and sisters and I’m too old…”
“That’s a bag of shit,” she said. “Leave the age card at the door, Elijah, because nine years is nothing.”
“You’re not denying your siblings though?”
She sighed and shook her head. “You’d have the piss ripped out of you and they’d… god knows what they’d say to me. I’m still too young to have… whatever. The perks of being the youngest.”
“Another beer?” This would be our third. Not that I was counting, but if she had another drink, I’d get to spend more time with her.
“Make it a mojito and I’ll say yes.”
Silvia looked over at us and nodded. “Mine’s a beer – a light one,” I said. I did still have to go back to work, if only to add some notes to a file and respond to a couple of emails. Unlike Ava’s slightly older sister, Payton, I didn’t have a huge court case this week. “Tell me you’re not going on any roofs after drinking two beers and a cocktail.”
“I can tell you I’m not. Not because I’ve had a drink, but because the roof’s finished. I’ve been on a roof several times after alcohol. I take it you haven’t heard the story of when I fell through the roof when I was seventeen and trying to sneak back in after being at a party?”
“I heard about you taking out a window so you could get a boyfriend out before Max found him.” I downed the last of my beer.
She smiled. “My eldest brother can appear scary but trust me when I tell you he isn’t. Especially now.” She referred to him now having a serious girlfriend. One who had turned down a job opportunity in America to stay with him.
“Victoria’s turned him into a pussy-whipped house-husband,” I said, taking the drink straight off the tray when Silvia came over. “It suits him.”
She reached up and loosened the knot of hair on her head, letting all the blonde topple down. “It does. He’s happy. I like it when they’re happy.”
I watched her as we talked, unable to shift my sight away from her. Her lips were full and plump and I remembered how they felt around my cock, how deep she’d taken me. My dick hardened and I was grateful we were sitting at a table so she couldn’t see, because a repeat performance wasn’t being predicted by any fortune teller this afternoon. She’d made that clear.
