Beach House Views, Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Oh shoot! She had been a bit taken back by the obvious chub in his pants and then him calling her sweetheart, that she had completely forgotten to ask for his autograph! Dang it! She’d have to ask for one when he dropped off the hidden room key. And he’d need to show her how to get into the room too, so he’d be here for a few minutes. She’d get her chance yet.

Geez, clueless much? She smiles sheepishly; she had really been a bit starstruck being that close to him and temporarily lost her mind. She smirks to herself watching him go as she shuts the door. He seems like such a nice man.

She chuckles as she saunters over to the kitchen shaking her head remembering his raging arousal. That time of day, apparently. Sometimes it seems easier to be a woman as no one can tell the horniness factor at any given moment. Poor men are helpless to their thoughts because everyone can see if they get turned on.

She scoffs, then outright laughs as she pours a glass of wine for herself. “And God bless them for it,” she says to herself with a haughty grin.

She starts some light cleaning to get the house ready for her friend to come over. She’s so excited she can barely contain herself. She vacuums and throws in a load of laundry, noting that she’ll need more fabric stain remover soon. Bridge can be a messy...