It was getting
dark when Cassi brought her bike up to the rack in front of the house, quickly
fastening it. In her old neighborhood, she’d had to bring the bike in if she
wasn’t goin gto be right next to it—if not, you could be certain that she
wouldn’t have a bike by the time she
turned around.
But her new room
was in a good neighborhood, nice homes and small stores set far enough away
from the city that you didn’t hve to worry about the rush hour traffic jams
that plagued so much of the housing.
Cassi had been
lucky to get it. And I’m holding on to
it, she thought as she pulled her helmet off, shaking out her red hair as
she undid the bun she kept it in when she was working. Some of her fellow
messengers suggested that she cut it, but Cassie liked her long, shiny hair. Putting it in a bun to keep it out of
her way wasn’t too much to pay for the way guys looked at her when she was
walking along the street.
And guys looked at
her a lot. You didn’t work as a bike messenger, riding up and town the city
streets, from the shoreline to Hillside, without developing some serious body
tone, and yet, Cassi had a good figure, smooth, well-shaped thighs, curvy hips
and a great ass, coupled with her firm tits and pretty face.
Cassi smirked as
she remembered the guy who had almost tripped as he’d watched her go by today.
There was a reason that she had invested in a nice, tight set of riding
clothes. After all, if people saw a good looking girl deliver their
packages,they might ask for that same girl to deliver more packages.
“And that means
more money for Cassi,” she told the air as she walked through the front door.
Maeve would be here—Maeve was pretty much always in during the day. Cassi
sometimes wondered if that was the reason she rented the house out at all, so
that she didn’t have to head out and get a job.
Not that Cassi was
going to ask, because that was Maeve’s business and in any case, Cassi really
didn’t want to risk losing her nice place to stay. Nope. No way, no how.
In fact—Cassi
stopped and frowned. She could hear Maeve’s voice, but she was talking to someone
else—a guy? Maeve didn’t talk with guys. Pity, because Maeve was good looking, but she
didn’t talk with guys.
More importantly,
if she was talking with a guy…
Cassie started
moving quietly to the living room, where Maeve’s voice was coming from, along
with the male voice. It was low, powerful, somehow filling the room, even
though Cassi couldn’t actually make out what was being said.
A friend, a relative? A boyfriend? Cassi was of two minds on that. On the one
hand, would it be so bad If Maeve got herself someone she could actually have
fun with?
On the other hand?
Sometimes that meant that you would decide that you didn’t need a bunch of
renters cluttering up the space that you were going to be filling with your
guy.
So maybe she
should check it out. With that thought in mind, Cassi moved to the door to the
living room.
And stopped.
Maeve was
standing, back to the door, facing a guy.
A big guy. He had black hair, and a
muscled body that was plain even through his slacks and white shirt and he was just
looming over Maeve.
Not hostiley. No,
it was just that he gave the impression of filling the room, with his little
woman in front of him.
Wait. Little woman? Where the hell did that
come from?
Book I, coming soon!
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