Three days later, I finished up a surf lesson and finally had time to work on my board again. I was on the porch, marking the rail bands, when there was a knock on my door.
When I opened it, I definitely thought I’d died.
Ada stood in front of me wearing the sexiest f*****g dress I’d ever seen. Bright red and cut low enough that I could see the edges of her lace b*a. Black heels made her legs look like they went on forever. And a bag that smelled like heaven.
I didn’t care about the food.
“What are you doing here?”
“I brought you dinner.”
Common courtesy demanded I step back and let her in. The guy inside who wanted to sink into her and never let her leave demanded I drag her inside before anyone else saw her in that outfit.
I stepped back, groaning when she stalked past me and her
