She just stared at him as he left, mouth partly open, befuddled. What the..? Spinning back to the desk, she just stared for a moment, allowing it all to wash over her. He expected her to organize his business? Who did that?And yet, here she was, on her day off, doing exactly as he requested. Aimee was right; what the hell had become of her?With a shake of her head and a soft chuckle, Karla started sifting through the mounds of paperwork on the desk, browsing each for content and making appropriate stacks. Invoices sent. Invoices paid. Receipts for equipment. Supplies. Tools. Estimates. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She played secretary before for a small business several years ago, but she wasn't really there for her skills. At least, not those skills. It wasn't long, however, before she was lost in the tediousness of numbers and manila file folders, while sipping the worst tasting coffee she was ever forced to endure. If she was going to keep hanging out here, she
For the next two days, Karla worked at Mitch's shop, answering phones, sorting and organizing files, and showing off the cups of her ass for their enjoyment. Wednesday, Mitch made her wear a skirt, and then they spent all day sending her up the ladder for things they didn't need, just so they could peek up at her from below. Each time she went up the ladder, she found herself staying longer and stretching out more. She wasn't sure which made her wetter, the fact that they snuck peeks at her or the fact that Mitch grinned the entire time it was happening.By the time she left Wednesday to get ready for her shift at Sand Dune, she dreaded leaving. Bartending was fun, but being around Mitch was better, so much so that even the drudgery of office work didn't sour her mood or make her want to rush out of there. She enjoyed being there, working. She didn't even realize it until she readied herself to leave for her real job, the one that actually paid her.Mitch walked her out to the car, his
She did know what he was saying, and she wasn't sure whether she felt sorry for him or just nauseous. However, she couldn't get past the look of pain on his face. He had that sappy, gooey, head-over-heels…she swallowed the lump in her throat…expression that shouted he was in love. And it was with her mother! She knew what she needed to say, what she needed to do, but it still turned her stomach. If it hadn't been for her time with Mitch and the current twist her life took, she would have leaped for joy that her mother kicked Paul to the curb, knowing the foul moods and his anger toward her would end eventually, bringing everything back to normal. Yet now, for some reason, she felt Paul's agony over the breakup and wanted to set it right. She remembered her mother's smile, her determination when she spoke to Karla about her relationship with Paul and how much she needed it. Guilt washed over her as she realized she was the reason her mother now sat at home alone, longing for someone to
Karla walked out of her room, eager for a cup of coffee and whatever breakfast Aimee cooked up. However, entering the small dining area of their condo, she didn't smell the perfect aroma of bacon or hear the sizzling pop of the grease. As a matter of fact, she just heard a loud nothing. The kitchen was empty, the coffee not even made, which really disappointed her. She didn't wish to face her mother and convince her to go back out with Paul on an empty stomach.Glancing around their small condo, she finally spotted her sister outside on the balcony staring out at the ocean, her hands gripping the metal railing, shoulders slouched. Well, this doesn't look like a good start to the day. She knew she should walk out there and see what was wrong, but she really needed a cup of coffee first. She glanced back at the empty coffee pot with longing and sighed. Coffee would have to wait. Damn it. She turned back toward the balcony and joined her sister.The breeze off the ocean was warm as she st
With a deep breath to steady the uncertain thoughts going through her head, she pushed herself away from the table and toward the shower. She wanted to get this conversation with her mother over with before she changed her mind.Forty-five minutes later, she knocked on her mother's door."Karla? I'm surprised you're not still in bed." Her mother opened the door, allowing Karla to enter her home."Do I really sleep as much as everyone thinks?"Her mother shut the door as she shrugged. "I don't know what everyone else thinks. I only know you work late into the night and need your sleep. I worry about you.""Well, you worry too much." Karla took a deep breath and turned toward her mother. "And you listen to me too much as well."Betty just stared at her. "Excuse me?" Karla walked over and placed her hands on her mother's upper arms. "Paul told me you broke up with him because of me. You shouldn't have done that. I was wrong. You even told me I was wrong, remember?" She took another deep
"How'd it go?" Mitch wiped his hands on a ripped rag, as he leaned on the doorframe between the bay and the now well-organized office. Karla was waiting for him when he arrived, and he made a mental note to get her a key, so she wasn't stuck outside.She shrugged, her bare shoulders slumped a little. "It went. She appreciated my visit and even cried a little. They'll probably be a happy couple again by the time I go to work tonight."He could tell by her tone she didn't care for the idea, but then again, he didn't expect her to like it, just do it. Obey. And she did. If he was honest, it surprised him. He knew how she felt about people trying to date both her and her sister; he could only imagine how annoyed she was about Paul dating her mother after having slept with Karla. Yet, she was all about the non-traditional experiences. Of course, that was for her, not her family. She expected them to stay… normal. He held in a chuckle. Nothing about Karla Harper was normal, and that was exac
She felt the heat between her legs fan into a roaring fire at the thought. Would Mitch really give her to Lloyd for the man's pleasure? God, she hoped so. The thought alone made her honey stir. "Do you think he'd want me?" She swayed back and forth between Mitch's legs, her hand still caressing his growing cock."Oh, without a doubt. You've been teasing him for a few days now with glimpses of your ass. I'm sure he's dying to get his hands on it."She pressed harder on Mitch's cock, loving the way it came to life. Was this really turning him on as much as it turned her on? "And you'd be okay with your partner using your girlfriend?""Yes. He has before," he said, his voice now a throaty ache of want. Then he grinned. "You just called yourself my girlfriend. That's a first."She paused, her hand still on his cock. She hadn't even realized she said it, and now that he made her aware of it, it stumped her. It was obvious that's what they were—boyfriend and girlfriend, or whatever people ca
"So, tonight's your last night, huh?" Aimee asked, as she rolled over on the blanket they shared. It was a perfect day for the beach, the sun high overhead with a cool breeze coming over the Atlantic. It had been a while since the sisters spent any real time together, so they decided to catch some sun before Florida's afternoon storms washed the day away.Paul asked Karla to give him a couple of days to find a replacement, not even bothering to talk her into staying. It was as awkward for him lately as it was for her. She asked him to let her break the news to her mother, so she could explain the reasoning, and he agreed. She didn't need her mother misunderstanding her motives. She still had a hard time understanding them herself. She would work through Saturday night, and then she would belong completely to Mitch for work and play. That thought alone scared the hell out of her. Mitch wanted her to be his full time starting the very next day when he asked her to come work for him, but
They were the last ones to arrive at the park, the others already choosing a spot and Marvin Asher firing up the grill. Karla wore a skirt that actually covered everything it should and had her breasts tucked conservatively out of sight. Aimee was shocked but glad. Clint's parents would get to know all about her sister soon enough. Aimee didn't need the first meeting to be a shocker for them.Abby ran to the Ashers first, giving them each a hug and squealing when her grandfather picked her up and threatened to throw her in the air. Then, to Aimee's surprise and delight, the little girl ran to Aimee's mother and hugged her as well. She offered the others a quick hello and then darted for the playground, Clint's mother following just to keep a nervous eye on her. Paul and Mitch stood beside the picnic table, Karla clinging to Mitch's side, as Aimee's mother sat in front of them, all talking and laughing. Aimee stood still a moment, soaking in this perfect scene. They were one big happy f
Aimee stretched, her arms extending out to her side only to come up short as her hand hit another body. Rolling over, she gently ran a hand over Clint's face, a smile dancing across her own. The Saturday morning light peeked through his curtains, calling them to rise and shine, but Aimee ignored it, as she had tried to do every morning since Monday night. Every night she fell asleep beside him, and every morning she woke up wrapped around him, her arms exploring his naked chest. No matter how tired they were when they went to bed, the two of them decided, for Abby's sake, they'd make sure they wore pajamas before falling asleep. A young girl still had moments of nightmares, after all, and needed her Daddy in the middle of the night. Monday night everything changed. Bonnie was no longer his wife. Oh, he still had to stand before the judge next week and make it official, but for all intents and purposes, it was a done deal. Nothing stood in the way of their happiness now.She ran a fing
When the kiss broke, he grinned down at her. "Just tell me we can do some more photo shoots."She laughed again, harder, freer. "Clint Asher, I'll do whatever you want. All you have to do is name it." She kissed him again, this time softer, with less urgency, but just as much passion.When the kiss was over, she slid back into her seat, scooping up her wine glass as she did. "So tell me about today."He did, sharing with her how Bonnie wasn't planning on signing the papers in the beginning. First, he told her Bonnie's revelation of a need for family and why she returned. Then, he explained how he convinced her how signing the papers was the only way for the two of them to get on with their lives, that she could be the best mother to Abby she could be, but she would never again be his wife. He told Bonnie that she needed to respect Aimee and make the transition as smooth as possible. They were Abby's parents, but they would never be friends.When he finished, Aimee told him about Bonnie
The night dragged on, and Aimee could not shake her nervousness. Clint had asked her over to join them for dinner but still had not said anything about what he felt they needed to discuss. He hadn't even mentioned his meeting with Bonnie that afternoon, which made Aimee keep quiet about how the woman visited her. No need to bring up the subject if he was going to end it with her.Abby was a bundle of energy, bouncing on the couch and wanting to dominate the attention. After growing bored with that, she dragged Aimee to her room and played tea, while her father cooked dinner and music played from the front room. As Aimee played dolls with Abby, she wondered if the girl knew the extent of everything that was happening in the lives of the adults around her or if she was blissfully oblivious. For the little girl's sake, she hoped it was the latter."Dinner's ready," Clint called from the front room. Aimee had to admit he sounded happy since she arrived, not as if he was ready to send her o
A knock came at the door. Aimee glanced over her shoulder but didn't move to answer it. If it was Clint, she wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible.Whoever it was knocked again. Karla stepped out of the hallway, glanced at Aimee, and then moved to answer the door. "You worry too much," Karla said over her shoulder.Aimee turned back to the ocean, the curling waves matching the churning in her stomach. She knew she was being dramatic, but she couldn't stop herself. She hated defeat."What the hell are you doing here?" Karla's voice snapped Aimee's attention around. Expecting to see Clint standing there, she was stunned when she noticed Bonnie, the woman ramrod straight, her neck stiff, and one white-knuckled hand gripping her purse strap close to her shoulder. Aimee could feel the confusion furrowing her brow, her eyes squinting, as if trying to make sure she saw what she actually saw. "Bonnie?""Again I ask, what are you doing here?" Karla stood in front of the oth
Something went wrong. While Aimee had no idea what that something was, she knew it had to be about Clint's divorce. Why else would he text her saying they needed to talk right after meeting with Bonnie? The waves barreled onto the shore, breaking upon the sand and rearranging the Atlantic Coast, just as Clint's text rearranged her security, sending her spinning in the riptide of the unknown. She stared at the white foam as the ocean sucked it back out into the deeper waters, reclaiming it as its own. Had Bonnie succeeded in the same thing with Clint? Had she won the fight and taken her husband back? Once again regaining her happy little family?She closed her eyes against the onslaught of scenarios that pummeled her mind, her head screaming against the intrusion. With everything she could muster, she tried to fight the battle within her, giving Clint the assurance he wanted that she believed him when he told her he would be here forever. Yet, it wasn't her experience. Men said whatev
Clint pulled into the local Starbucks, deciding it was the safest place to meet Bonnie to get her to sign the divorce papers. Hopefully, the opportunity for her to respond negatively would be greatly reduced by the public meeting. He had no doubt that meeting her in private would lead to her doing something detrimental to the proceeding. He just wanted to get her to sign the divorce papers and get the whole thing over with, so he could get on with the rest of his life, get on with his relationship with Aimee.He sighed. Hopefully, get Aimee to calm down and return to normal. It wasn't that all the adventures she came up with weren't hot as hell. They were, and he wouldn't mind doing them, but not if she only did them to compete with Bonnie. He wanted Aimee to be Aimee, the woman he fell in love with, the woman who sat on the couch with him and Abby and watched Disney movies, the woman who jumped into a flour fight in the kitchen, giggling and tossing the white powder everywhere. He did
Aimee stretched, her body screaming its protest at her, hating the fact that morning was already here, and she needed to rise and shine. Only one part of that would be possible until after coffee. She rolled over, her gaze drifting to the sliding glass doors at the east of her bedroom. The morning sun coaxed her, urging her to call into work and take the day off, to make a day of it at the beach, the sun's rays kissing her flesh. She grinned, scrunching down into her covers, her mind drifting to Clint's lips on hers, the passion in each one of his kisses, warming her insides like the sun would warm her outside. If she was going to call out of work, she wanted to spend the day in bed with Clint.Once they left his workshop, he went to pick up Abby and then met her at Charlie's for dinner. Abby was a chatty little girl, while she drew on her kid's menu, excited about being out with them. It was even pleasant to sit at a table, Clint's arm stretched across as he held her hand, Abby bounci
They spent the next hour moving things around in his workshop, setting up a photo shoot of the furniture he intended on selling, and making each piece look enticing. Aimee threw herself into the task at hand, examining the shadows cast by the lighting inside the workshop and making a small studio spot off to the side with nothing in the background, using some of his dark dropcloths as background drops. Clint helped her move things around, happy to be the manual labor to her vision for his photos.Outside, night started to fall, casting darker shadows on the ground as lamp posts popped on, offering only a slimmer of light to illuminate the world. Aimee finished taking her pictures: rocking chairs, tables, even a dresser Clint had crafted himself. They teased, laughing at each other when Aimee wasn't so focused on what she was doing. This was her passion, taking pictures, and she could get lost in the process for hours, inspecting angles and lighting, zooming in and out, carefully select