"What is it?" I stopped us and looked around. I was right about it being an older woman. A lady who appeared to be in her late seventies was shuffling across the street in a track suit straight out of the eighties.
"That's my nosy neighbor, Ms. Betty. She's going to talk our ear off if we don't escape her quickly."
I smiled down at her and winked.
"Oh, Molly." The older woman waved her arms in the air. "Who's the nice gentleman you've got there?"
"Ms. Betty is it? The name's Parker. I'm Molly's husband."
That stopped Ms. Betty in her tracks and almost caused the old woman to trip on the curb. I stepped up just in time to catch her. "You good?"
"Did you say husband?"
"Yes, ma'am. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get my bride into the house so we can spend some alone time together." I gave her a dazzling smile but used the time the woman was in shock to hustle Molly inside.
My wife had the good sense to keep quiet until the front door was closed. "I can't believe you just said that to her."
"What? it's the truth."
"You just implied we were coming in here to have sex."
"We'll get to that part. Just maybe not tonight." I stepped away before my dick decided to kick my ass. It was fully on board with what I said to the older woman, but unfortunately he wasn't going to get what he wanted. Not tonight anyway.
"I'm going to go change into something more comfortable. Make yourself at home in the meantime."
If a break was what she needed from me, then I would let her have it. For now, anyway.
I moved farther into her house and took everything in. The woman liked color, that was for sure. She also liked to be surrounded by stuff. No wonder she had balked at my place. We were the complete opposites in that regard.
"So this is what you meant by clean chaos?"
I walked around her kitchen. No dirty dishes in the sink. No food lying around. The garbage wasn't overflowing. Mail on the counter. More gadgets than any one person could possibly need spread across every free space.
The same could be said of the living room. Nothing was dirty, but there were more pillows and blankets than space.
"I told you our lives were different."
I turned to find Molly leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest and one foot over the other.
She was in a pair of sleep shorts with a slouchy sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder and fuzzy socks all the way up to her knees. She looked damn adorable with her hair high up in a ponytail and her face free of makeup.
"Is this your normal routine after work?" It was the complete opposite of how she showed up at my house yesterday, looking like a sex kitten.
"It is. And it was my plan before I knew we were going to hang out. Figured there was no reason to change it up. Well, maybe a little. I had every intention of heating up amicrowavable dinner. I guess we can order something instead." She smirked at me.
"Not a fan of cooking?"
Molly shrugged her shoulder but didn't move from her position. "I do it when I need to, but it gets boring cooking for one."
"Then, by all means, let's order something."
"Any preferences?" Molly pushed up from the wall and walked into the kitchen where she opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of takeout menus.
"Nope. Whatever you order is fine by me, but I do have to ask. Paper menus? I thought everyone used the internet these days."
"You forget I like stuff."
That was her only reply before she grabbed one menu from the stack. "Phone, please?"
