“Well, I just did. It’s fine. Unless you’re trying to come in and creep on me naked,” she spits out.
“Would if I could, you fucking siren,” I mutter.
“What did you say?” she asks through the door, and I didn’t realize how close she got.
“Unlock the door,” I say loudly, “or I’ll pick it open.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she snaps.
On one hand, I’m glad I’m getting some emotion out of her. But on the other, I really don’t want it right now with a door between us.
I need to be fucking near her.
“Five,” I say loudly.
“What?” she hisses at me.
Squatting down in front of the door, I pull my ever-ready pack of lock picks from my back pocket. Some people carry wallets, I carry my lock picks and my credit card.
“Four,” I continue to count.
“I’ll stab you and let Fluffers eat you,” she says as she thumps the door with what’s probably her fist.
“Fluffers? What the fuck kind of name is that? Three,” I ask mid-pick.
“It’s a cat name, and stop fucking counting, you psycho!” she shouts again and this time it’s further away.
“Two, and you probably don’t even know what that means!” I mutter loudly.
I’m actually fucking around with her. I was done at the end of three, I just haven’t done the full twist of the picks to pop the lock.
“I swear!” she shrieks, and I hear the slam of another door in the room.
Sounds like she went into the bathroom.
Popping the lock, I stand up and enter the room. It’s not exactly like I thought, but close enough. I saw some of it from my perch in the house I rented, but never got a full view like now.
I mean binocs and cameras only give you so much angle and depth.
It’s a typical young woman’s room that’s changed only a little over years. There are shades of her youth in here. Stuffed animals on the bed. Medals for things she did when she was young.
Walking over to the walk-in closet door, I open it up and peek inside. Yep, full of clothes, and it looks neat and orderly just like everything else in the room. Sophia likes neat and orderly, I guess. Even if she has terrible taste in shoes. Like I swear the girl has the ugliest collection of gym shoes I’ve ever seen in my life.
Moving out of the closet, I make my way over to the bathroom door and stand next to it. I look down at myself and grumble. I’m fucking soaked to the bone. What I wouldn’t give to be climbing into that shower with her just to warm up and feel her naked body next to mine.
“Any chance I can get in with you?” I ask loudly through the door.
“You really broke into my room?!” she squeals, and I’m really wishing I was in there.
But I bet she hasn’t even gotten naked yet.
“Yeah, I told you I would. You’re going to need to understand something, Sophia. If I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it,” I say.
“If you come in here, I’ll fucking stab you!” she screeches.
And I’ll let that go, I guess.
I know the house plans. This bathroom doesn’t have a window except for the one in the shower and it’s a very small one.
“I’ll give you that space, but did you check behind the shower curtain before you shut the door?” I ask as I pace around the room, looking at all the stuff she’s collected or obviously cares about.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asks.
“Your safety comes first and foremost,” I say when I finally give in and sit down on the chair at her desk.
“You can’t be with me at all times,” she says through the door.
“That’s true, but I can make sure you are safe when I’m not,” I say and grab the waste bin beside her desk.
Rifling through the small amount of paper trash, I look for anything of importance before setting it back down on the floor.
“I need to shower and get clean. I can’t do it with you out there. I need clothes,” she says, clearly frustrated.
“Come out and get clothes then. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before,” I say, and it’s a bald-face lie.
She’s got a body that I’ve been craving since I first met her.
My usual woman of choice isn’t like Sophia. Nothing about Sophia is my normal. I usually go for the waifish bad girl with dark hair and dark eyes.
Not the blondes who have some curves and a brain to go with them.
Sophia’s got this… magnetism to her.
Like I want to grab her hips from behind and see just how far I can force my thick cock deep inside of her kind of magnetism. I want to push myself up against her heavy breasts and kiss her sumptuous lips.
Sumptuous… I think that’s the best way to describe her body. It’s not thin, it’s not flat and boring. She’s got the right curves and body for those skinny jeans and leggings she loves to wear.
Fuck, she’s so damn hot and looks so damn right to me.
But it’s not only about looks with her.
I’ve seen how she interacts with those around her. I’ve seen her little mannerisms other’s might miss. She’s unfailingly kind. She opens doors for the elderly. She gets the newspaper for her neighbors if it’s been sitting outside too long. And she’s good to animals. I saw her swerve her car and almost hit a guardrail to avoid hitting a raccoon on the road.
She’s also fiercely loyal to those she cares about, and brilliant in her college studies. Like on Simon’s level of intelligence, and that’s fucking scary.
The thing that gets me the most about Sophia though is the way she attunes herself to those around her.
When I watch my brother and his wife, I see their ways of communicating without ever using their mouths. It’s like they have this ability to talk with just their eyes. Sometimes it’s just a small look to the other. A small look that speaks more than words ever could.
I want that with Sophia, and I know we’ll have it. I know it deep down somewhere inside of me. Just like I know when I finally get between her thighs, we’ll break each other over a thousand rocky shores.
The bathroom door opens a crack and Sophia peeks her head out. “Why are you just sitting there?”
“Because, until you’re done in there, I’m not leaving this room,” I say.
“I… I don’t even know what to say to that,” she says, clearly frustrated.
I shrug my shoulders at her. “Get some clothes and take them in with you. Take your shower, get dressed, and come back out.”
Nodding her head at each suggestion, I can see she’s wanting to fight me, but she’s exhausted and probably ready to crash at any moment.
Walking into the room, she quickly disappears inside her closet and reappears with what looks like leggings and a shirt.
Pausing in front of the dresser close to her bed, she looks over her shoulder at me. “This is really creepy.”
“Yeah, probably,” I agree, “but get it done.”
Digging through her dresser drawer, she pulls out a couple of things and quickly tucks them into her bundle of clothing.
I know I should be an adult about things, but I’m dying to get a glimpse of her panties. Just to know what she plans on wearing.