You Are My Sunshine

Chapter II.

I can feel my vividly taupe eyes widen in shock at his words.  I fumble with the frayed hem of my stylishly tattered crop top, pulling it below my navel.  Being eighteen I don't need my father's permission to wear what I want to wear when I want to wear it, nor do I need his consent to pierce my own body; however, that doesn't mean I'm comfortable flaunting my flat, toned stomach or my perky ass cheeks in front of my father's coworker, even if he is young and sexy.  I have more modesty than that!  

"Wait, you're Spencer Rhodes?" I ask the stranger in my doorway in utter disbelief.  I imagined an older man in his mid to late forties, like my dad.  Not a striking, twenty-something year old with a better physique than Chris Hemsworth and a young Channing Tatum combined!  

"Uh, yeah that would be me.  Why? What has Bobby been saying about me?" He asks, smirking in the sexiest way I've ever seen, even beating out Ian Somerhalder's signature smirk.  "Good things I hope," he says, leaning against the open door.  

I chuckle to myself at his ability to look curious, adorable, and sexy all at the same time.  I didn't even know that was possible... Hell, if I tried that the result would be me looking ten types of terrified.  But not him, nope.  He oozes confidence as he gazes at me through his long, dark eyelashes, waiting for my response.  

"Nothing but good things," I tell him with a mock eye roll, "he won't shut up about you!  It's always Spencer this and Spencer that.  Last night I told him he might as well marry you."  

I'm relieved as he lets out a deep, hearty laugh clearly understanding my humor.  "I tried proposing, but he refused my offer.  Said it would never last."  

I smile at him, appreciating how his face lights up as his grin grows wide and his immaculately perfect teeth appear behind full, hydrated lips.  

"No, but really he talks about you constantly.  He just never mentioned your age... or lack thereof.  It kind of caught me off guard, that's all."  

"I'm twenty-four, not twelve Kendyl.  And besides age doesn't really matter, does it," he asks, shooting me that sexy smirk again as well as a daring and sensuous gaze.  

"Kenny, is that Spencer at the door there?" my father shouts from the kitchen, ruining whatever moment his hot friend and I were having.  

I gesture for Spencer to follow me as I lead him to my father.  I briefly turn my head to make sure he's keeping up when I catch him staring at my ass.  Damn it, I totally forgot about my almost nonexistent shorts, but at this point, I hope he enjoys the view!