Never After by Billie Dale

Author:Billie Dale [Dale, Billie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Folklore, Fantasy, Romance, Fairtytale, Snow White, romantic comedy
Publisher: Billie Dale
Published: 2018-04-06T05:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Up to my elbows in rank toilet cleaning, I know he’s close before the timber of his deep voice makes my hair stand on end. I keep scrubbing and if I’m being honest, hiding in the bathroom. One would think a house large enough to hold seven full-grown men would have more than two places for them to relieve themselves. One would be wrong, but I’m just saying. You might also think that said full grown men would be able to hit the large opening in the oval-shaped bowl. Again, wrong.

Royal’s sound draws closer and foreign, enormous winged creatures take flight in my stomach while my heart tries to jump out of my chest. I’m tucked away, crossing my fingers he doesn’t have the thought to see if I’m here.

I should have tried to cross my toes too. Damn my luck.

The door creaks open and he leans with all his tasty glory against the door frame as if it’s his only support. Fuck me, how does he always look so delicious? Arms crossed over his chest making his pecks bulge, legs crossed flexing the muscles in his thighs struggling to escape from his jeans. I puff out a breath, moving the hair pieces hanging down in my eyes up in the air and back to where they started.

With a slight step forward, he slides a warm hand along my cheek, tucking the wayward hairs behind my ears. His woodsy aroma strong enough to mask the disinfectant odor filling the room.

“Hey Bright Eyes. Good to see you again.”

I nod, my voice gone by whatever is beating at my insides, waiting for him to continue. His use of the pet name bringing flashes of his orgasm face front and center and my nipples perk up to check out the situation.

“I never got your number, I’m glad you’re here cause now I can ask you out in person.”

My voice rings out squeaky and jagged. “Ask me out? Like on a date?”

“Unless ask you out means something else, then yeah.” Nodding to the papers in my hands, his eyes crinkling with his smile, “You, uh, doing a little light reading?”

My eyes widen as I remember what I’m holding. A stack of Penthouse magazines. “Oh, um, no, I,” opening a drawer I shove the stack inside, “I’m just cleaning. You know, seven men; bathroom.” I stammer, my skin burning red hot.

Shaking his head back and forth with a laugh before his eyes turn sincere. “So, about your number and a date?” I don’t see any lust or any other sign he knows what my tits look like or how my voice sounds when I come.

Well, Bob, I’ll take ‘he’s a douchebag who has the same nickname for every woman, for 1000’.

Yet, he’s a lickable ass my body craves and after months of being stuck in the friend zone, I accept his date offer. He types my number into his phone shooting me a quick text, so I too have his number.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.

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