Jerry Hayes clenched the steering wheel in annoyance. That stupid bitch. How dare she! His date had gone horribly for him. He thought they had a connection. She wasn't exactly the prettiest woman, but he liked her sense of humor. And damn, did she have a fine-looking ass. He chewed on his lower lip momentarily as he thought about her shapely butt.
Fuck!
He had thought that she was on the same page he was. Finally ready to get down and dirty. They had been dating for a few months. He had the weekend all planned out for them. Even hired the daughter of an old friend to take care of his dogs. The teen had hesitated since she and her family lived an hour away from him and she would have to stay in his house, but for a cool thousand dollars, she quickly accepted. But all his planning was in vain since his date decided to break up with him via text the day they were supposed to go on this adventure. Thank God, he saw the text just before he reached his girlfriend's house. He managed to drive past the road before humiliating himself. He drove an hour too.
Jerry pulled into the road leading to his suburban home. Now, his money had gone to waste, and he wasn't getting laid. It wasn't the money that really bothered him. He had a good job, better than good. He had no debt, could easily earn back the money he'd spent on the weekend. It was all the effort he'd put into making it a weekend she wanted that frustrated him. He went out of his way to think about her and she was ungrateful.
Jerry got out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him. He wasn't about to go searching for a hooker, or any strange woman for that matter, to make his four-day weekend better. He'd rather lose all the money he spent than pathetically find someone who wouldn't enjoy his efforts. Fuck! Four-day weekend of being lonely, watching porn, and jerking off. How frustrating. He'd just barely started getting over his wife's recent passing. Okay, not so recent. She'd died two years ago. It took him a year before he felt semi-ready to start dating. Casual flings were a thing, but hardly satisfying.
The major problem was, he kept comparing the women he went on dates with to his dead wife. None of them had what she had. She understood and accepted him. They had their problems, what couple didn't? There were things that he wish he could have explored with her, especially in the bedroom. But she was stubborn and she had a lot of hard limits. He wouldn't have married her, had he known about those limits. Actually, he wouldn't have married her, had he known what he liked. But they figured out how to make things work. Neither of them were particularly interested in looking for another partner.
This latest girlfriend had been the longest relationship he'd been in since his wife's passing. She had potential. So, why the fuck did she break up with him? He was nice to her. Gave her gifts. It couldn't be his looks. He was a handsome fellow: tall, with short blonde hair and blue eyes and a body that he kept fit. He didn't cheat on her. The moment they started dating he stopped looking for other women.
Putting the key into his front door, he unlocked it and stepped inside. Angelica, the pet sitter, was on her feet. Her brown eyes narrowed for a moment then she let out a sigh of relief. Copper, his old favorite dog, stood between the two of them. The moment the dog recognized his master he started to wag his tail.
"Mr. Hayes," she said with surprise. He noticed by the couch was his old baseball bat and in her hand was her cellphone.
But his other dogs? Before he could question her, she pointed towards the door leading to the backyard that was in the dining room. She looked a little guilty.
"Brutus and Sweetie made a mess so I literally just threw them outside a minute ago. Bailey was with me in the living room. Sorry. I was going to clean up, but then I heard the car pull into the driveway." She didn't need to finish her sentence. He nodded his head.
He knelt by his dog and patted his old man and chuckled. "Those two like to get into trouble. But, Bailey's old, not a fan of moving around too much by this point." Standing up, he smiled at her. "Thank you, Angelica," he said. "Plans fell through. I don't need you this weekend. But keep the money." He quickly added. There was no point in asking for it back. It was a conversation he didn't want or care to have.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Are you sure?" she asked, shifting her weight from nervousness.
He nodded his head. "Think of it as a college gift." College? Was she college-age? The words had slipped out without much thought, but now that he thought about it, he was right, wasn't he? It had been two years since he last saw her. Was she sixteen or seventeen? He never paid much attention to her. To him, she was still a kid and he never much cared for kids. He was only familiar with her because his deceased wife and her mother were great friends. During those years, he found himself visiting Angelica's family quite often. When his wife fell sick, Angelica and her mother visited them instead. Her mother became an unofficial caretaker for his wife during her last days.
Jerry examined Angelica more thoroughly. She didn't look like a kid anymore. She looked like a woman. A young woman, but a woman nonetheless.
Angelica looked uncertain. "Well, then next time you need me to pet sit I'll consider that you already paid. Let me clean up the mess they made."
She didn't wait for his reply as she turned her back to him. He stiffened as he watched her stroll away. She was wearing a tank top and booty shorts for her pajamas. The shorts framed her ass nicely. She's just a kid, he told himself.
Shaking his head, he headed towards the kitchen, immediately noticing what she meant by "made a mess". The dogs had gotten into the trash and made a mess of the kitchen floor.
Bailey scratched at the backdoor, and he let his old man out. Both Brutus and Sweetie looked at him, wagging their tails a little bit. "I heard you've been bad," he chided. Not that they could understand him. Still, they understood the tone of his voice as they lowered their heads and slunk away. He wasn't particularly mad at them, wasn't the first time, and wouldn't be the last time.
Closing the door, he walked through the dining room and back into the kitchen. His eyes widened slightly as he stilled. Angelica was on her hands and knees, her perfect supple ass pointed in his direction. Those shorts just complimented it more. No, he chided himself. She was a cute girl, there was no denying it. Long dark brown hair that she kept up in a tight ponytail and dark brown eyes. She was short and scrawny. Her leg muscles tightened as she stood up. No, not scrawny anymore. She was filling out nicely. Her breasts were alright if not heading into the smaller side. Not that it mattered, he was more of an ass man anyway. God. That ass. Her gymnastics not only helped tone her arms and legs but gave her a great-looking ass to boot.
"I'm going to put this in the garage then head home," she said as she walked away.
He swallowed and went to the sink. Grabbing a glass from above him, he poured some water into it and took a long drink. When had the eight-year-old boyish-looking tomboy become a young confident woman? God, he hadn't even noticed hours earlier when he gave her a basic tour of the house and showed her where supplies were to take care of his dogs. But of course, he wouldn't have noticed. His mind was on other more important matters. Like, how to introduce his girlfriend to his particular tastes without scaring her away.
He spotted Angelica's duffel bag that she'd left on the kitchen table. Walking back into the kitchen, Angelica paused.
"Sorry, you had to come back to that mess. It really did just happen."
He gave her his best charming smile. "Don't worry about it," he said.
"Ha. I'm like my mother. I worry about the small stuff," she said with a smile of her own.
"Angelica," he said as she started to make her way to her duffel bag. She turned and his heartbeat quickened. Both nipples peeked through the fabric of her thin pajama shirt, teasing him. "We haven't talked in a while. How is school going?"
"Oh," she said. "Graduated with flying colors two months ago! Oh! Claire would have been so proud. I got a gymnastics scholarship!" The mention of his deceased wife caused his heart to twist a little.
"Congratulations," he said with a forced smile. "You're seventeen, right?"
She shook her head. "Naw. I turn nineteen next month." Something changed. Her eyes seemed to give him a thorough once-over. He raised his eyebrows at her. Was she checking him out? Her cheeks went red with embarrassment. "I better go," she said as she quickly turned to go into the dining room and grab her duffel bag. "Drive back home is about an hour and I hate driving in the dark."
His mouth parted slightly. She was attracted to him. That look, he'd seen it many times before. There was one thing he was very good at and that was reading people, and figuring them out. And she wanted him, but she was denying her desires.
"You can always spend the night," he said, shooting his shot.
She turned, brown eyes wide with surprise at his words. There it was again. He recognized the look of lust anywhere.
"Uh, no. I better go," she said as she quickly turned away. But she swung her hips almost a little too exaggerated. There was something about her body language that shouted 'Come and get me'.
His eyes narrowed in annoyance. He didn't like it when women played hard to get. It always frustrated him. But, fuck it. If she wanted to play the game then he'd let her. Only, the game was going to end before she left the house. Before she could react, he rushed at her and pushed her back against the wall, making her cry out as he pinned her with his body. Eighteen. Eighteen. Barely legal, but still legal. Besides, she's turning nineteen next month. He wasn't sure why age mattered so much. But, somehow, he now viewed her as a young adult instead of a kid.
