That man was Brad Pennington and he did spend the night. He was standing over the stove when Aimee trudged her way out of the hallway, and he spotted her before she could duck back into the bathroom and freshen up. He stood about three inches past six feet and came equipped with a thick chest and flat shoulders that Aimee could probably rest her morning coffee on without fear of the mug falling. He was bald and clean-shaven with a smile that she was glad he decided not to hide behind facial hair. He was obviously a morning person, because even after being up until four in the morning doing the nasty to her sister, he cheerfully made breakfast and had already swallowed half a pot of coffee. At least he left her some. He wore blue jeans with his smile and nothing else. Aimee glanced over the counter and wasn't disappointed that even the man's feet were sexy. How in the world is Karla so damn lucky?Aimee realized she still wore her baggy flannels and tried to hide behind the island count
After breakfast, Brad left and Aimee went to her room leaving Karla the dishes. Of course, Karla wasn't happy about being stuck with cleanup duty. She would rationalize that Aimee owed her since Karla arranged to have someone take a peek at the car. However, Aimee didn't care and, even though she still planned on talking to Mitch Greenway about the car, she was going to insist on paying full price. She wanted no special treatment based on how well her sister fucked one of his friends. Aimee would not be the reason Karla whored herself out.It had always been that way, it seemed. Karla could always worm something out of any man she met. It started in middle school when the seconds-younger Harper sibling realized that, with a shake of her ass and a low cut blouse, she never had to write her own papers ever again. Of course, as she moved into high school, it cost her more to get what she wanted. A hand job. Oral sex. However, the gifts were more expensive and her men older. High school bo
As Aimee stepped out into the hall, she saw Miss Fowler standing in front of her own door about to enter, her little Dachshund panting hard in her arms as she held it with its belly up as if it was a little baby. Aimee gave a silent groan and would have ducked back inside, but it was too late. That seemed to be the theme of her day. Miss Fowler already saw her. Miss Fowler saw everything."Well, good morning, Aimee. Heading to the pool? I can't say I blame you. It's a beautiful day for it. Duchess and I just got back from our morning stroll." At the sound of her name, Duchess rolled her head toward Aimee, stretching her neck out wanting some attention. "Stop squirming, Duchess." Miss Fowler tried to shake a loose strand of her gray hair out of her eyes as she glanced down at the dog.Aimee reached out and scratched behind the dog's chocolate ears. "Good morning, Duchess." She glanced up at the older lady. "And how have you been?""Good, good. Of course, I'm not having to try and sleep
She settled back in her chair and allowed the rays of the sun to beat down upon her body. She held her book in her lap, unopened. Her mind was too full of distractions to concentrate on the pages. For one thing, she was still pissed at her sister. First, for bringing Brad home, and then for expecting Aimee to be grateful she screwed a bargain out of him for her. She was also annoyed at her mother for always being too soft on Karla and forcing Aimee to take over for their father, being the enforcer."If I don't give in to her, Aimee, I'll lose her." It was the excuse her mother gave her the last time they argued about her sister. Aimee just shook her head. "She's using you, Mom.""She needs me. I'm not turning my back on her.""What she needs is a swift kick in the ass. You're allowing her to manipulate you. She's a grown woman, for crying out loud! She can take care of herself. Trust me. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to her do just that, thanks to our thin walls."Her
"Oh boy, my sister, alone, in an abandoned building with a man. And you're just planning on taking pictures? I bet that's not what he has in mind.""Not the things you have in mind, I assure you," Aimee said, as she slipped a T-shirt over her head. "I told you. He has his hands full raising his daughter. He doesn't see me that way. I don't think he sees anyone that way."Karla just shook her head at Aimee's comment. "You have so much to learn."Aimee slipped on a pair of old jeans and slid her feet into a pair of dark sandals. "You're not wearing that, are you?" Karla gave her a tsk-tsk tone, as she looked her sister up and down. "That's not very enticing."Aimee gave herself a once-over. "It's an old building. Besides, I'm not trying to be enticing. I'm going to be taking photographs.""What a waste of an abandoned building."The doorbell rang and Aimee grabbed her camera case and headed for the door. "Not everyone sees things as you do, sister dear. Sorry.""You're the only one that
"Now you're going on a date with him? He's a single dad, Aimee. Why go on a date with someone who has a kid? Tell me he's at least rich or something?" Karla sat on the edge of Aimee's bed, as her sister tried to decide which outfit looked good, but not boring, on her. Or trampish. She didn't want to come off like her sister, and this was just a dinner to thank her for babysitting Abigail. It's not like it was an official date or anything. Aimee didn't know what one of those even looked like, it had been so long since she went on one. "Why do you sound so surprised? I go on dates." Liar. "And no, he's not rich. I don't go out with people for what they have. Besides, this is just a thank you dinner. Nothing fancy.""A thank you dinner? What is he thanking you for? What exactly did you do in that old building?" She had a look on her face like she was proud of Aimee."I took pictures, perv. It's for babysitting his daughter. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"Karla shrugged.
The waitress brought their drinks and they placed their orders. Clint made a suggestion as to what he thought were a couple of the best dishes, and she ordered based off his recommendations. He filled her in on his work, as they waited for their food. He was in construction, but he also owned a small warehouse where he made furniture and wooden sculptures. He liked to create with his hands, and he spent what little free time he had making pieces for family and friends. One day he wanted to enter a craft show and see how people took to his creations. It was a dream of his to live off his woodwork earnings one day, as it was for her to do with her photographs, but for now, being a single dad kept his hands full. "I do appreciate you being able to watch Abigail when I have to work late. My parents would do it, but I prefer her to be home around her toys and stuff. It makes it easier to settle her down when I do get home to finally feed her and get her ready for bed.""I can understand tha
Aimee left on her date that wasn't really a date, leaving Karla alone. Karla hated being alone. After pacing around the apartment for a while trying to find something to do with herself, she decided the night called for alcohol and dancing, even if it was Sunday. She began to rummage around in her closet, looking for the outfit that would keep her from having to pay for her own drinks. Men were always so eager to help a slutty-looking girl. In the end, she chose a pair of white jeans, with holes in very strategic places, which hugged her ass almost as tight as her skin. She wore a blue blouse that tied in the front and fell open over the top of her breasts, revealing quite a bit of the softness of her round globes, and left her tummy exposed. As she was running a brush through her hair, her cell phone went off. The number wasn't in her contacts, which she thought odd. "Hello?" "Karla Harper? This is Mitch Greenway. Brad asked me to reach out to you about your sister's car.""Oh, yes,