Oliver reluctantly agrees, giving me an opportunity to be distracted for a few hours.
It’sdinnertime when I get home. Normally, I’m not back this early on a workday, or when the sun is hanging low, but I headed into the office at the crack of dawn. Parking, I see the handyman packing up his truckacross the street. They’ve been working on that house forever.
Walking up the few steps to my porch, I rub my face and groan instantly.
Seriously? A box the size of half my body? This is what the delivery man has left me as a gift that keeps on giving? I tilt my head to read the label. Yep. It’s Esme Pines. My little demon.
Purely because it’s been a long day, my annoyance scale has tipped to one side and not in her favor.
Opening my front door quickly, I set my laptop bag inside then shut the door. Luckily, I already rolled up my sleeves and got rid of the tie in the car. Carrying the box, I at least get a little arm workout.
Balancing the box as I make my way to Esme’s front door, I wonder how she would even lift this thing?
Setting it down again, I knock on Esme’s door. Sure, the doorbell would work, but that is far too elegant for my building fury right now. A strong fist against the wood of her door is by far better.
I hear her grumbling something, and she seems to get the message to powerwalk. She peeks through the glass next to the door and immediately her shoulders sag.
When she opens the door, her glare is a reminder that we are capable of forgetting the other night.
Except…
She looks hot with her hair up in a knot on the top of her head, her tight tank pushing up her tits, and her flower skirt showing off her knees. Being easy on the eyes is not new. But having been inside of her? Well, I think my attraction level just went into a different realm.
“Yes?” Esme’s hip tips out and her arm rests above her head on the door pane.
“Ah, there is my sassy little demon.” I give her a fake smile then tap the box with my foot. “How the hell is this still happening?” My demeanor changes.
Her face falls. “Again? No.”
“Did you not see this thing sitting on my porch? Couldn’t have taken it away?”
That glare of hers is like an arrow to my dick. “Excuse me for not crossing private property, and no, I didn’t see it.”
“Here. It’s yours.”
I notice her eyes drop down, and she bites her bottom lip. A few reangles of her head and I realize she is trying to figure out how to get this beast into her house.
A groan leaves me, and I lean down because there is no way she could move this, to be honest. “Where does it go?”
“You don’t need to?—”
“Don’t fucking argue while I have whatever the hell this is in my arms.”
She opens the door wide open. “Upstairs to the right.”
Scurrying past her, I move quickly, as this box isn’t the lightest. Finally, when I set it down upstairs, I take a moment and realize I’m inside her house. I’ve never been here.
Where am I exactly? “What is this place?”
There is a bed with old-fashioned bars at the headboard, and it’s simple. Camera equipment is stored in the corner. Something about this room doesn’t feel like your average guest room.
“This room is for photoshoots.”
Ah.
“And in the box?”
She clears her throat. “A new pouf for the end of the bed.”
