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the hell you dressed like that?”
    I couldn’t help it. I looked each way, praying no one saw how undressed she really was.
    “Sorry?”
    I couldn’t deal with her being scantily dressed and out for everyone to see. Ah, shit. This was so messed up. But I just couldn’t help it.
    “You’re barely dressed! Get some clothes on!”
    She slammed the door in my face and fuck. That wasn’t what I wanted. I knocked again and she opened it, a look of female fury I had just left behind was presented right in front me. And on Moriah, it only made my dick want her that much more. She was hot as hell all worked up and furious.
    “Sorry. What are you doing?”
    “Working out.”
    I tilted my head to the side. “Working out?”
    “Yeah. I was working out when you knocked. Is there something you need, Daniel?”
    Jesus, Mary and Joseph. The way she said my name had me desperately wanting to shift and adjust the erection I was sporting. If she looked down, there would be no surprise. I wanted to hear my name on her lips in a totally different setting.
    God, what was wrong with me? I was going insane. A pretty face did not get this kind of reaction out of me. It never did. I controlled every part of my body. Even that . And he wasn’t giving a shit right now as it stood to attention begging this chick to play with it.
    “Sorry. Ha. I’m sorry.” Fuck, now I was fumbling. “I am sorry that I’m even asking and I know you probably have plans for the evening and if you say no, I totally don’t have a problem with it. I mean, you don’t know me, you don’t know Reighlyn, so a no would probably be best right now, but she told me I should ask you.”
    A soft finger reached high to stop the diarrhea mouth I had and hell her finger was soft against my lips. She circled my mouth before a secret mischievous smile tilted her lips. I could see the crop top had risen up and the bottom swells of her cotton covered breasts played peek-a-boo.
    “Daniel, is everything okay? What do you mean she told you to ask me? Ask me what?”
    My shoulder slumped and I knew rejection was close, but I went ahead and killed it.
    “I work nights, and my mother, Reigh’s normal sitter, is out of town and Reighlyn’s mother is a total flake and hasn’t come for like she was supposed to so Reighlyn thought I should try asking you. I’ve tried the other neighbor’s and you’re my last resort. Could you watch her tonight?”
     
     

 
     
     
    That definitely wasn’t what I thought he might be asking. When he came up to the door, I had been in an intense work out session. I hated wearing baggy clothes because of the sweating I did so I wore spandex shorts, sports bra and a crop top. Why go to a gym, when I can watch work-out videos from YouTube and with simple weights, I did just fine. I couldn’t tone my body worth a crap, but I kept my hour glass figure as best I could. I wasn’t in shape to go up and down stairs, or running. But I did work out. Why was I so insistent I work out? Well, when you had a mother in a beauty pageant, you’re never good enough or too chubby. And yes, it’s a twisted way of seeing things years later but it stuck with me. I’m happy with my body. I just want to make sure I stay happy with it.
    To find him at my door and the way he was looking at me, well. He looked like he was in agony.
    “Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”
    “I am.”
    “Huh? Do you need to sit down?”
    After he commanded me to get some clothes on, I knew he was going to be a complete dick. As if he could tell me what to do. Like he was better than me.
    Then the nerve of him asking if I could watch his daughter because he had nobody else? That should have been an equivocal no.
    “No, I'm—uh. Good.” The smile looked forced and he shifted his feet before continuing. “I know its last minute, and normally I wouldn't ask a complete stranger. Hell, I shouldn't have even bothered. Sorry I wasted your time.”
    He looked pained and