Falling for the hitman

Figuring out my next move

Lee p.o.v.

Sophia would be the perfect woman for me if she wasn’t Jordan’s sister and if I wasn’t in the job I’m in . Wait what am I saying there is no what if’s in life. It’s either there is or isn’t and this is an isn’t. No way can I have a normal relationship . To top it off it can’t be with Jordan’s little sister.

This is going to be harder than I thought to recover. The pain I can deal with, Sophia dancing around in Jordan’s kitchen while making us breakfast I can not. I can’t help but stare at her as she sways her body to the music she is hearing in her ear buds.

The way her long legs look in that sundress she’s got on. That top is just low enough for me to see the curves of her ample breast. It’s like she is toying with me, that’s it she’s messing with me.

Probably pissed at me for knowing who she was in the bedroom and saying nothing when she said she’s Jordan’s sister. Well good her being pissed at me is good. It will make it easier to deny how she is making me feel.

I never saw Sophia as anything more than Jordan’s little sister. Even when she was 18 and heading off to college. Yeah I saw how pretty she was but my head was f****d up and she was with Oliver.

Now she’s single and I’m single, things could be different if only. Jordan walks into the kitchen breaking my train of thought. He taps Sophia on the shoulder and she removed an earbud.

“Hey you two okay entertaining yourself for a few hours, something came up at work and I got to head in.” Jordan says in a hurry not really waiting for either of us to answer. He mumbled something about being your own boss is fun until a problem arises and you gotta be the one to solve it. Poor guy I really feel for him, maybe I should offer my help.

Just then Sophia speaks up, she turns to me and says

“Yeah, bro go ahead I’m sure we can find something to do to occupy our time” smiling at her brothers back so sweetly then turns and winks at me. Oh man I’m f****d this girl is gonna be the death of me.

Sophia p.o.v.

Jordan don’t know it but he just gave me the chance I needed. If this dress didn’t do Lee in this time alone will. As I was heading up to the main house I had some time to think. It wasn’t the wine effecting me, by the time I got up any effects would have worn off.

It was just Lee himself mixed with my rawness from the whole Oliver situation. If I’m honest with myself I’m more upset about the job than him cheating. I worked so hard for that promotion. I was cheated out of it because he was screwing my boss.

I need to find a way to let Lee know I’m all for continuing what was about to start this morning. Being rejected by him would be the final nail in my coffin.

I just need to find out if he is interested first before I make a move. After all he’s Jordan’s best friend and we both are obviously staying here for I don’t know how long . I don’t need things to be awkward for the three of us.

Summoning up all of my courage I grab the food I made and take it to the table. I deliberately graze his arm while sitting the food on the table. I can see his eyes glued to me. His whole body stiffens in response to my skin on his skin.

I get so distracted by the way he is watching me move, from the table to the counter and back again. As I grab the drinks I lift my gaze to lock in on his and I end up spilling the drinks all over my dress. The whole pitcher of orange juice is dripping down my breast and making me all sticky.

Lee p.o.v.

Sophia is killing me here, grazing my arm with her skin. The way she is trying to entice me to look at her ass when she bends over the counter. Jordan’s sister or not her just ending her engagement or not I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

Grant it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone but that’s not it at all. She’s got the hold over me I can’t place it. Maybe it’s her actually knowing me, and not being some random hook-up. Or how good it felt this morning when I woke with her in my arms. I’ve never had anyone sleep over even in my younger years. I’ve actually never had a girlfriend. That just wasn’t for me. Always one night stands, I never wanted more. I never lead anyone on even when I was younger. I was always honest with the girls.

I’ve never been one for any kind of relationship, no dates no dinners or trips to the movies. It’s just not me, after seeing my parents be miserable . I’ve always been content with the idea of being alone and hooking up when I need a release I can’t get on my own.

It’s hard but I’m trying my best to not make a move. Then she goes and ruins all my efforts. She is so clumsy, always has been there’s the Sophia I remember. She spilled the orange juice all over her dress.

I get up out of my chair, I can’t help myself I can’t hold back anymore. I know as I’m walking over to her that I’m f****d and that this is a really really bad idea. She has been doing her best to get a rise out of me and she finally broke me. I walk over to her and turn her around and slowly unzip her dress very slowly.

Sophia then turns back around to face me and locks her eyes in on mine and slides out of her dress. She is standing in front of me in her brothers kitchen in just a bra and matching panties with sticky orange juice all over her. All I want to do is lean down and taste it off her breast.

Knowing that doing that will completely seal the deal and know that I couldn’t go back from it I do it anyways .

“ I’m quite thirsty Sophia, what do I do about that now ? Looks like I only got one option here. Do you mind ? “

I don’t give her a chance to answer I lean down and lick the orange juice off her breast, waiting for that moan I know she will produce any moment. The sound of her getting excited makes me do god damn hard.