Too Close for Comfort
AT NINE IN THE MORNING, the doorbell rang. Hilarie groaned, clutching her aching head. Who was s******c enough to wake her up so early on a Sunday? Didn’t they know it was supposed to be the day of rest after drinking too much on Saturday night?
“Coming, coming,” she grumbled when the unexpected visitor continued to ring the doorbell. She opened the door, thinking of how she could politely turn away the visitor, when she saw Eric.
“Good morning, scholarship girl,” he said, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was bored and wanted to see what you were up to.”
“How flattering.” She crossed her arms over her chest, all of a sudden conscious of the sheerness of her nightgown and the fact that she was wearing no b*a. “I’m sleepin
