Page 60 of Nuts

“It’s tough looking at you when you’re dressed like that.”

“I’ve got news for you, mister. It’s tough looking at you all the time. I’ve been looking at you for years, and not one minute of it’s been easy.”

Hearing that she’d had interest in me for years made me feel that I had some catching up to do. I shifted my eyes toward her voice.

She loomed over me with her lips pursed. Her hair was down, her legs were bare, and her nipples were pitching two small tents in the fabric of her paper-thin shirt.

I stood and crossed my arms. “You want to go or not?”

“On the back of your bike?”

“We’re sure as fuck not going in a hearse.”

She crossed her arms mockingly. “Yes. I’d love to.”

“It’s a lot of ass time.”

She grinned. “I’ve got a lot of ass. I’ll be fine.”

“Two days to get there, two days to get back. Figure seven days to be safe. If it goes well, we’ll be back right in time for your birthday. Can you get off work?”

“I think so,” she said with a nod.

“Let’s plan on it,” I said. “It’ll be fun.”

She glanced at my crotch and then looked up. Her mouth curled into a smirk. “I can’t wait.”

I looked down.

Shit.

“Sorry, that happens sometimes.”

“I’d go crazy if I had one of those things.” She chuckled. “Does it just happen randomly?”

“No. Just around sexy bitches.”

She cocked her hip playfully. “I’m a sexy bitch?”

I looked her up one side and down the other. It was painfully obvious she was wearing nothing more that panties and a tee shirt.

She was as sexy of a woman as I had ever seen.

“You sure as fuck are.” I took another look at her and shook my head. “I should get to bed.”

“Probably best for us both,” she said with a laugh.

“What’s that mean?”

She glanced at my crotch and then met my gaze. She cocked her head playfully, flipping her hair to the side as she did. “It means what it means.”

I liked the attitude that she had grown comfortable throwing my way. It seemed she’d gained confidence in who she was, and it was as attractive as her smoking hot body, if not more.

I took one last look and then turned toward the door. “See you in the morning, Smudge.”

“See you tomorrow, you sexy M-Fer,” she said under her breath.

As I walked away, my mouth curled into a smile. It was the first time I’d heard her say anything close to a cuss word, and I liked that she was coming out of her shell. Who I thought she was and who she was becoming were two totally different people.