(editor's note - thank you all for being so very patient. it's been crazy busy for me. here it is, for those of you that are team Jesse, this will be a good chapter)
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The next few days passed slowly for Laura. She spent the majority of the day lounging by the pool or on the beach, and her evenings were spent with David. She had only slept in her bed once, and even that night he was lying beside her. It occurred to her one morning that by all accounts, the two of them were in a relationship. An odd relationship, but a relationship of some sort, none the less.
She had been lying by the pool thinking about that when her cell phone rang; she both sighed and smiled seeing the number. It was Jesse.
"Hey you." She quipped. The thought occurred to her that he already knew; which was why he hadn't called earlier in the week.
"Hi Laura. How ya been?"
"Not stressing. Just lovin the beach life. I am thinking since you live here it isn't as big of a deal for you"
He laughed slightly, it was forced, but he laughed. That was the dead give away that he knew.
"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight."
It didn't take her even a second to answer. "I would love to."
Really? Did she just agree to a date? What the hell was she thinking? He had been on her mind, and she really did want to get to know him better. Fuck, this was just a bad idea.
"We're having a big family cookout. I was hoping to pick you up and come back here."
She started to offer to drive, but she got the whole reason of why he would pick her up. Picking her up meant bringing her back home, alone. She decided to let it be.
"Sounds perfect, what time?"
"About five sound good?"
"I'll be ready."
He hung up. It struck her as odd. No, "ok, looking forward to it;" or "great, I can't wait to see you;" just a click and then dial tone.
Yup, he knew for sure. Question was, if he knew, then why bother to ask her out?
Oh that jerk! Her mind wandered. He thinks since I gave it up to David, he's a shoe in.
She was growling when she heard the back gate click shut, looking over her shoulder there stood an amazing dark haired guy. He was built, sculpted in all the right places, and his shorts hung low on his waist, that cut of his pelvic bone showing. She felt her insides flip and suddenly she was ten degrees hotter.
He had this suave sexy smile, and even at this distance she could see those shinning blue eyes. He seemed caught off guard, but something made her think is was a façade.
As she looked him up and down, she knew him in an instant. He was the spitting image of his father, and Laura groaned at herself for growing wet at the thought.
Sean had been watching the beautiful redhead from the second story for over an hour. He thought she was stunning, and it took him no time to cook up a plot on how to get down there to talk to her. He knew little about her other than she was friendly with his dad and alone.
While she had been dozing, and right before her phone had rung, he had tossed a towel down and over to her pool. He would simply say the wind had grabbed it from the banister, happened all the time. And this line worked for him often.
"Excuse me. I'm Sean, David's..."
"Son, yes, I can see the resemblance. Can I help you with something?" Laura had broken into his introduction and fought to keep her composure and be stern; remembering that both David and Jesse had called him a screw up.
Sean chuckled. Well, I'll be, she's a spitfire. No doubt his father had warned her about him, but he wasn't worried. Most women couldn't resist his good looks and near perfect build. If he thought she was gorgeous from afar, he was awestruck with her now. Her petite frame wasn't girlie; she still had amazing curves. And lying on her belly as she was that apple shaped ass and slope of her back down to it; he was struggling to keep his erection under control.
"Ummm, well yes. It would seem the wind blew my towel off my railing." He stood rather still, almost like a deer caught in head lights, only motioning to the towel, not trying to retrieve it.
She looked to the towel, then up to the banister, only smirking. Yeah right. So, what should she do? Be polite and introduce her self, or tell him get the towel and buzz off.
Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood, walked around to the towel and bent down to retrieve it. It occurred to her when she stood, that watching her bend at the waist from that angle, gave him a good profile view of her ass jutting out and a great view of her lush tits and deep cleavage. He was bulging in his pants.
Fuck! Why does he have to be so damn hot!
Sean took a few steps over to her and accepted the towel.
"Thank you."
"I'm Laura." By the way, I'm already fucking your dad, so don't try it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm just spending a few days with my dad while passing through."
She almost laughed, but was able to stifle it. Again she felt that feeling move through her, hot lust that burned. If Sean held his body and looks like his dad did, any girl would be good to snatch him up now.
"So when did you get in, Sean?"
"A couple of hours ago. Dad's out playing golf. I've just been relaxing around the house. Was getting ready to walk over to the beach. Care to join me?"
