Riley

Chapter 12

Peter's POV

Riley returned carrying two large black duffle bags. She tosses them onto the bed were I've set most of the money. She starts to separate the wads of money. There are thick stacks of 100 dollar bills rubber banned together. I've taken out about 30 and there's still so much more.

Once I've finished I turn and sit on the bed where Riley is sitting.

She looks in deep thought.

Riley packs the money away away. We both sit in silence it's uncomfortable silence as I know that she is thinking about what to do next.

"Okay in here" she places her hand one of the duffle bags "is about 35 stacks of one hundred, hundred dollar bills." She takes a deep breath "as for in here" she motions towards the other bag.

"Whichever one, it doesn't matter, is yours. We're going to fill it with clothes and things that you will need for over night stays...and for safety. We're going to have to get you clothes from your hom-" I cut her short "I don't have a home. I'm not sure where I'm from. We will have to buy some or something."

"Where did you get so buff from. Where did your current clothes come from." She stares in astonishment. "You had to have one from somewhere."

"And I agree with you. But I don't know. My earliest memory, is walking down the street to get to your house." I stare at her with a most serious expression.

"Okay well then, we have to buy you some clothes. And an ID if possible...you may be old enough " She stands and goes to her dresser.

"I'm nineteen." I tell her hoping that she isn't to young for me since I don't actually know her age. Right about now I don't even think I care.

"Yea, your old enough. " She says while pulling out various things. Pants, shirts, tank tops, socks, and underwear.

"How old are you Riley?"

"17, pack these neatly in my bag." She tosses them all to me but the only thing I catch is a pair of black underwear.

"Who am I, your servant?" I say observing the underwear as she rambles through her dresser.

Turning she sees me eyeing her undies and grins. "Imaging me in those? You don't have to imagine. Over the week you will probably at one point see me in them. As you know, I don't like to sleep in clothes." She throws another pair at me and keeps some in her hand.

"I'm going to shower, then finish packing. Then you have to shower and pack and such." I grin at her and spin her panties on my finger.

"Don't worry I'll be waiting right here."

"Fold my things and pack them." She demands.

I start to pack them when out the corner of my eye, I see her slip from her skirt. It looks around her feet and she steps from it kicking it near her hamper. She pulls off her black and white striped shirt and throws it near the hamper also. I can't help but to look.

She smooths her hair from her face and looks at me grinning. She takes off the gold necklace and saunters out of the room. I exhale the breath that I didn't know I was holding. If she want to play games. I can play also. I fold her things and hear the shower water start. When I finish, I pull my shirt over my head and kick my pants off.

I'll give her quite a sight to see. I get down on the floor and start doing push ups. It's really easy to do them, as if I weigh nothing.

I grin to myself. I'm obviously extremely muscled.