That Girl is Mine - Part One Read Free Page B

guessing they’re blue. She’s dressed in a pair of denim cut-offs, a t-shirt and a pair of chucks with her hair tied back in a simple style. I guess Josh wasn’t lying when he said she was a no frills kind of girl. Not that she really needs all that extra stuff – I can see why she caught Josh’s eye…
    When she sees me pull into my parking space, she sucks her finger into her mouth as she watches me then slowly places the lid back on the carton, and drops it in the bag by her side. Something about the way she watches me so openly the whole time causes my throat to thicken a little, so I look away. I wasn’t expecting that and need to shake my head a little to clear my thoughts (I thought she was an innocent?).
    I run my hand through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling it upward, composing myself before I get out of the car.
    “Avery?” I ask, as I approach her, my boots scuffing lightly along the concrete pathway as the chain attaching my wallet to my pants swings and taps my thigh.
    She remains sitting and squints up at me with a curious expression on her face. Fuck, She's hot, and her skin is completely virgin – no blemishes, no marks or sun spots. It's the perfect canvas, and under any other circumstances I’d want to corrupt her in every way possible...
    “Yeah, I’m Avery. Are you Dylan?” I nod, and she smiles then points over her shoulder at the closed door. “I kind of locked myself out.”
    I look down at her, her long legs tilted so her toes are turned inward and her knees are touching. She’s kind of adorable. Why do I have an urge to pull on that ponytail?
    Reaching out, I pick up one of the paper bags full with groceries; it’s the one with the half eaten ice cream inside it.
    “Didn’t Roxy give you the key?” I ask evenly.
    She stands and lifts the other bag, holding it around the bottom awkwardly. “She did. I just forgot it. It was stupid…”
    “It’s fine.” Using my key, I unlock the door and hold it open to let her through, watching the way she moves as she carries the bag to the kitchen. As awkward as she seemed outside, there’s a certain grace to her movement, and a really nice curve to her shape. She’s slim but she has muscle tone. I figure she ran track for Duke or something, because she has powerful looking legs.
    The kind you’d want wrapped around your… I drop my eyes, forcing myself to cancel out that thought before it goes too far.
    “I don’t know if any of this can be salvaged,” she muses, placing the grocery bag on the counter before removing its contents. She’s completely oblivious to the thoughts that are hovering in the back of my mind as she removes the cap from a gallon of milk and sniffs (I really need to stop looking at every woman I meet with my dick before my brain). “It smells OK.” She looks up at me and smiles – honest, open. “Looks like you saved the day.”
    “I’m no hero,” I admit, placing the bag I’m carrying onto the counter. Then I pull out the tub of ice cream. “Looks like you had one casualty.”
    She smiles and takes the Chunky Monkey from me. “This was never going to last long,” she says with a wink, dropping it into the trashcan beside the refrigerator.
    I watch her for a moment, as she turns back to me with a smile on her face. She doesn’t have a single bit of concern or trepidation or even curiosity on her face when confronted with a man who’s covered in tattoos all over his arms, as well as on my scalp. Staring at her openly, I wonder if maybe Roxy’s original assessment was wrong. Maybe she isn’t naïve and innocent. Maybe she’s just a nice person. Maybe she’s just so honest that it shows on her face…
    She tilts her head to the side in question, and I realize how long I’ve been staring then look away. “I’m heading up for a shower. Make yourself at home. Just don’t use the hot water till I’m done if you can help it.”
    “Sure,” she smiles, leaning against the counter. “It was