For those of you who read about Tess and me in Close to Perfect you’ll recall the first night she spent in my house as my bodyguard. (For those of you who haven’t read about us, see Chapter Five, pages 101-122; you won’t regret it). Anyway, until Tess came along it wasn’t as if I had a different babe or even a regular babe in my house every night. Even before I was ‘exposed’ in Keys Confidential and all the lust-crazed ladies came out of their bedrooms and started pursuing me, my sex life wasn’t what you’d think. And it definitely wasn’t what Tess thought – I can tell by the look she’s giving me now – a mixture of ‘yeah, right’ and ‘watch it, buddy.’The sad truth is I was putting in 15-hour days when Tess entered the picture and believe me the only thing I wanted to hug at night was my pillow. But everything changed my first night with Tess.
She felt the magic in the scene where she was roaming the grounds looking for all those babes who were after me. If you don’t believe me, read on:
Turning, Tess moved quickly down the path, focusing on business. Once her heart stopped thudding, she heard leaves rustling in the breeze, crickets chirping, and unknown animals scurrying about.
Suppressing a shiver at that, Tess walked the perimeter of these grounds, her gaze searching for whatever might be out of place.
A half hour later, everything was as it should be; she was the only thing that didn’t belong.
Lifting her face to the moonlit sky, Tess searched for the brightest star and called herself a fool. It was only her first night here and already she was wishing on stars, hoping that when this was all over she could easily move on.
Sure. Sighing deeply, she turned to go back to the house, but then paused.
The master bedroom doors that led to the veranda were open; Josh was inside the room.
His head remained bent to a clock he was setting.
Tess’s gaze touched his tousled hair, his broad shoulders, his powerful chest.
As if he felt her watching, he slowly looked up and turned to those open doors. His gaze searched the darkness, then seemed to touch hers.
In that moment, warmth flooded her chest, her belly, the insides of her thighs. Her heart raced out of control.
Could he actually see her in this darkness? If he did, was he as awed by this moment as she?
My answer to that? Fuck yeah I was awed. And not because I saw Tess (I didn’t), but because I knew she was out there and that she’d soon be coming inside and would be spending the night in the bedroom next to mine. Rarely have I been as frustrated.
And that brings us to the point of this post. Last week Tess wrote: ‘Of course, a man and a woman’s first night together is pretty damned special, too, even if they’re not sharing the same bed. Next time Josh will tell you what he did that first night I spent at his mansion while I thought he was asleep; something he just confessed to me the other day. Bad, bad boy.’
Uh-huh. More like bad, bad girl. That night, after Tess finally settled down in her own room (or so I thought), I still had a lot of frustration to work off. So, I took the back stairs from the master bedroom, went outside, and ran like hell until I thought my lungs would burst. When I was finally tired (though still horny), I sagged to the ground and lifted my head to Tess’s bedroom windows so that I could at least daydream about what she was doing in there just like a goofy kid might. Of course, given what she was doing, I didn’t have to use my imagination all that much.
To get you started on what happened, let’s go to page 110 of the story:
By midnight, Tess had been so tightly wound she shut off the air-conditioning and opened the French doors. Her veranda was next to his, but the lights in Josh’s bedroom were off so Tess couldn’t see a thing past his open doors, not even when she hung over the railing.
Hell, she not only hung over the railing, she straddled the damn thing and then stood on it while she clutched the overhang. There was one scary moment when I thought she’d actually try to jump from her veranda to mine. I was about to yell at her to stop, but before I could Tess eased back until she was straddling the railing again which gave me one helluva view up her boxers. When she leaned over to see how far it would be if she fell off the railing, her top pulled away from her chest and I got a billion dollar view of her very impressive breasts. At that point, I decided to stay in the shadows and enjoy the show.
It didn’t last nearly long enough, but it had definitely done some damage. When she finally went back inside her room I was back on my feet and running, running, running.
And no way was I going to tell her any of this the next morning when I came into the kitchen. One, I knew she’d be pissed that I was walking (or rather running) my own grounds alone in the dark without her to protect me. Two, sometimes it pays to keep secrets – at least for a little while (she’s frowning at me now). Why, I don’t know cause Tess kept a whopper from me. And it all had to do with what she did when we were at the country club changing our clothes in the pro shop in Chapter Eight.
It isn’t detailed in our story, but it will be in our next post when Tess finally fesses up to what really happened. See you then.
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