Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
The note I left minutes ago is still safely taped where I left it, and I’m able to slide my key into the lock, open the door, and step inside, all without being caught by my neighbor. The only thing I’m left wondering is what he’ll think about the note.
7
Dean
Iopen my front door and find the note that was left sometime during the day today. I’m still stuck on what to do with Scout. The neighbor downstairs can’t do anything during the later part of the afternoon, and I’ve asked a few guys at work if they know anyone. No dice, which means I might have to take tomorrow off, drive to my mom’s place three hours from here, hope he takes to her okay, and drive back.
I’ve got Scout’s leash in one hand while the other is unfolding the note.
Dear Hot Guy Next Door,
The sounds coming through the wall were much better, low and impossible to ignore. The kind that pull you out of your sleep and leave you wide awake, imagining exactly what’s happening on the other side.
I didn’t fall back asleep.
And truthfully, I didn’t want to.
Xoxo,
Pretty Girl Next Door
Damn. Now I’m really going to have to get away from working nights. Either that, or I’m gonna need to get my ass home earlier to wake her up while I take my cock in my hand.
“Baroo,” Scout lets out a howl when he hears a door open. I fold the note back up and place it in my pocket for safekeeping.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t expect to see you out and about,” she says. She’s wearing another one of her two-piece bathing suits, with some type of getup wrapped around her waist, showing off her smooth skin again. I bite the inside of my cheek, more than ready to say the first thing that comes to my mind. It would be something more along the lines of a whole lot more action than words.
“The same could be said for you. This is a change in pace, yeah?” I ask, having missed her yesterday. I might not have worked Sunday night, but I didn’t see her walking to her car, either, when I took Scout out for his morning business.
“In the middle of changing jobs. I’m going to work at my family’s auto repair shop. Well, my brother’s, really, since he bought it from our parents. He’s been after me for years to help him with the books, and I finally did something about it. I’m off work this week completely and not sure what to do with all of the extra time now.” I learn more about her than I did through our earlier exchanges. Still don’t know her name, though.
“Ah, that’ll do it.” Scout moves closer to her, nose nuzzling her shin. She drops down and holds her hand in front of him to sniff. “I’m trying to figure out what to do with Scout. Didn’t have to work Sunday night. Got till tonight figured out, but the dog walker situation became a flake, or a fluke. Whatever it is, it’s got me scrambling to figure out what to do next. I can’t keep him locked up all afternoon and keep you up all night.” She looks up at me from where she squats, nearly on her knees. Now, I’m thinking about a completely different scenario, one where she’s naked, on her knees, and my cock is in her hand.
“Oh, that does make things difficult. Um, I know this is kind of maybe a bit strange, and we don’t know one another very well, but I’ll be home today. I can maybe let him out for you?” Scout lets out a yip when she pauses petting behind his ear. His tail dances around, as does his body. He’s happy as hell to be in her presence.
“Are you sure?” I usually wouldn’t jump at the get-go, but I’m fucking desperate, and while I think calling out of work over my dog is worth it, my boss may think otherwise.
“I’m positive. Scout can’t be that difficult, right?” I hold my hand out when I see she’s starting to stand. The beautiful woman takes it without hesitation.
“Famous last words, more or less. I go with expect the unexpected. He can be a couch potato one day and a basket case the next.” I’m probably not convincing her to watch my dog with how quickly his behavior can change in a moment’s notice.
“I have a seven-year-old niece. She goes from one thing to the next in the blink of an eye.” Our hands are still in each other’s.
“Can’t say I have that experience. I guess you should know my name. I’m Dean. I’ll drop by before I head out to give you a spare key and my phone number.” I watch as her teeth press down on her plush bottom lip. I’m half tempted to slide my thumb along her skin, pulling it away so it won’t get bruised, and get a taste directly from the source.