The Pucker Next Door: The Player and the Coach's Daughter by Zee Irwin

Author:Zee Irwin [Irwin, Zee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CER Creative Company Publishing
Published: 2024-08-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

GONE. DONE. BOOM.

STORM

After the game, I stop on the way home and pick up the ingredients to make my homemade pizza. I’ll chill tonight, listen to music and read my latest book. But when I get into my building and step off the elevator with my arms full of bags from the grocer, the scent of something heavenly reaches my nose, perking me up. Per usual, I see Edith’s door slightly ajar across from mine, and I hear voices coming from within.

Like clockwork, she appears through the doorway. “Oh Sebastian. You’re home. Misty came over this afternoon and we baked.”

“Whatever you made smells good. Please tell me it’s my favorite cookie.”

“Not today. But would you settle for fresh strawberry pie or blondie brownie bars?”

“Would I? You bet.” God, this woman speaks my love language—if sweets to my stomach were a language. And if only she were about fifty years younger.

Misty appears in the doorway by her side. Could it be possible she’s just as good at baking treats and speaks my language? Fuck yes. I hope with my entire body she is.

Not going to lie one bit here—the moment we shook hands in the elevator, I was gone. Done. Boom. Something hit me. And I can only describe it as that lightning bolt Duke talked about when he first met Phoebe.

I have to get to know this woman. I think I’ve already got Edith on my side, cheering for me, especially how she talks nonstop about her granddaughter every time she feeds me a plate of cookies, like she’s brainwashing me.

Or maybe she’s simply trying to win that ten-dollar bet with the card-playing ladies in the common room.

I’ll help her win that bet, but something tells me if I get Misty all to myself, I’ll be the real winner.

I don’t hide my eyes, taking all of her in as she stands in the doorway. A quick scan of her body and I note she’s wearing black again. Every time I’ve seen her, she’s in black. No color. I wonder what that means. Only this time, her legs are bare with a sexy pair of strappy black heels.

The dress is slightly off shoulder with a v-neck, showing creamy skin dotted with freckles. I’d like to kiss each one of them. A diamond catches the light, drawing my attention to it as it hangs down at the end of a necklace between her ample cleavage. How I’d like to replace her necklace with my tongue.

She clears her throat, and I lift my eyes off her chest, snapping to attention. She arches a brow, clearly hesitant upon seeing me again. It’s not like I gave her a good first impression. She’s probably still thinking I’m some creeper who stalks the halls in the nude scaring the old ladies with my junk. Something in me wants to change her opinion of me, and fast.

“I’ll tell you what. I’m about to make a homemade pizza. If you two haven’t eaten yet, why don’t we dine together? It’ll be ready in about an hour.

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