Chapter Twenty
I was in the middle of packing a box of books to ship to Australia when I turned around to see Alec’s smiling face. I think he’d been there some time, admiring my bent over bottom in the tight stretch pants. When I finally felt a creepy feeling up my spine, I looked to see if anyone was there.
I jumped slightly. “You could have announced yourself,” I said, only mildly annoyed. I was enjoying the light-hearted expression on his face.
“I like the view,” he said. “Could have just pulled the pants down and made myself at home.”
“You don’t have the liberty to do that, despite what you did to me last week.”
“I was a horse’s ass, last week,” he admitted.
“How nice of you to remember.” I was impressed that he recalled the previous week; given his youth, I assumed he would have
