Hello again!
Thank you to all the readers for your comments and votes. It is much appreciated and I hope to hear from you all again on this one.
This is a stand alone story, but one I'm really happy with and hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
To my muse - you know who you are - thank you, as always.
Happy reading!
RCC
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"Hello?"
My voice was hoarse as I answered the phone, gritting my teeth in anger as I looked at the clock and the ungodly hour that shone red in the dark of my room.
"Mia? Are you awake? It's Dad."
"Yup, awake now. What can I do for you at this horrific hour?" I grumbled, closing my eyes and laying down again.
"Sorry about the time, I didn't realize it...but anyway, I'll make this quick. Today's the Island Home Tour and people will be coming by the house all day. Maria and her team are on their way over to set up, but I need you to be there too. In case anyone has questions. But don't worry, they probably won't. And besides, Maria is there for that. BUT..."
"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll be here. Didn't have plans anyway. Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Yes, of course; sorry again. We'll see you in a few months!"
My father hung up before I could reply. Typical for him as he and his latest wife were off on a whirlwind vacation around the world. Now before you feel all sorry for me, don't. Because I love the fact that he's happy and that he's not here. Perks of this arrangement were that I got to live at his amazing house on Orcas Island by myself. It was huge, 3000 square feet of sustainable architecture designed for my parents by my Aunt Maria. My mom was big on not leaving a big footprint. So when it came time to build their dream house, Maria designed a very chic and modern, yet very green house. The island was the perfect setting with large windows dominating one side of the house. Natural light was key in the design and one of my mother's favorite things. Now the house was barely lived in, as my father took to traveling after her death. I think I lived there more than he did, which didn't bother me one bit. It was a beautiful home and I loved being near the water.
When I opened my eyes again the sun was filtering through the windows of my bedroom. The smart glass had activated early with the summer sunrise, but still allowed it to be dark enough to sleep. Shaking myself from my disrupted slumber, I rolled out of bed. I could hear people down the hall and realized that Maria and her crew had already invaded and were beginning to prep. I was barely out of the shower when I heard knocking at my bedroom door.
"Wake up sleepyhead!" My aunt's voice boomed through the heavy door.
"I'm just out of the shower, woman!" I yelled back teasing her. "Give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll be out."
"Pick up your room and bathroom! The first bus arrives in twenty minutes." She ordered and turned back down the hall, her heels clicking on the slate floor.
I just slipped on my yoga pants and favorite tank top when I heard the voices coming from outside. The first bus had arrived. Running my fingers through my hair, I put on some lip gloss and joined Maria in the kitchen. She clicked her tongue at me for what I was wearing, but knew better than to ask me to change. I can be a real stubborn bitch when I wanted to be. And I was tired, people were about to invade my house and interrupt my day. NOT the time to mess with me.
People began to file in, putting on those funny booties around their shoes. A nice spread of beverages and snacks were laid out on the large island that dominated the kitchen. The tour guide was in full mode and began his spiel as soon as the last person was inside. Maria introduced herself and me to the group, then we made ourselves scarce. I grabbed my Kindle and headed outside with a cup of coffee. Deciding to hide out on the patio, I settled down in one of the double lounge chairs. Sipping my coffee, I began my latest book while the sun warmed my toes.
Except for a few questions and the dash inside for a refill on my coffee or to grab some food, my morning was spent on the lounger reading. I didn't know anything about architecture, or the house for that matter. But I was able to point out certain rooms or answer simple lifestyle questions. Most didn't talk to me, and many acted as if I wasn't even there.
The last bus arrived around four that afternoon. The sun was warm by then, the water sparkled and danced and a nice breeze was keeping me from overheating. I wandered inside to see what was laid out to snack on as the group ascended. Nothing was really shouting at me, so I made a quick plate of fruit, grabbed a glass of wine that Maria had set out for the tour and headed out to finish my book. It was the latest in a series about a notorious motorcycle gang and the sexy president was pining for the good girl who got away. It was total trash, but I loved it and it helped pass the time. I was getting to the steamy sex scene after a near death experience when a voice startled me.
"Now that is a view," a man's voice rumbled from behind me.
Turning slightly, I took notice of the body attached to the deep voice beside me. He was tall, very tall - okay to me he was, but I'm only 5'3" to give some perspective. Older, salt and pepper hair, and glasses. He wearing jeans and button down shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Fuck, he was hot. Although I'm in my early thirties, I have a thing for older men. And this man, phew! He was just what I liked. I sat up slightly, setting my Kindle down, gazing out over the water as he was.
"Yeah, there's nothing else like it. At least, in my opinion." I said. "Are you enjoying the tour? Do you have any questions I can answer about the house?"
Why I offered to answer questions, I have no idea, OK, maybe part of me was hoping he'd want to chat - did I mention he was HOT? The only problem was, if he did, I had no idea what I would say. So instead I sat in the silence praying he didn't and just wanted to see the view a little longer and I could enjoy my eye candy. Not a bad way to end the day in my book.
I was surprised, to say the least, when I turned to look at him again and he wasn't looking at the water but down at me. I was even more surprised when I saw his eyes were not on mine, but lower, as my breasts were tucked away nicely but showing ample cleavage in my tank top. My nipples were hard and pushing out against the thin fabric as the cool breeze made me shiver. When his eyes moved back up to my own, he smiled as he realized he was busted. Part of me wanted to call him out, but the other part - the winning part - loved that he noticed, and seemed to like what he saw.
"The tour is great, it's been a long day though. Ready to be done, grab some food and relax. I'm sure you're ready for all of us to stop wandering around your house," he laughed lightly. "Though I will say, it is quite the house, but this view and the sound of the water...it's spectacular."
