20 Questions

Chapter 8

Once I finally manage to exit the plane, I call my parents to let them know I have landed and start the journey to try and find my luggage. Assuming it's because I'm a good person, God has delayed the sexy man by way of a family of non-English speaking tourists trying to get directions to the baggage claim and blocking the way. Divine intervention and all that. I quickly catch up and put myself in a prime position for a hot flash as he walks ahead of me.

I wanted to speak to him, I really did, but I couldn't muster up the courage to do so. Besides, I'm kind of enjoying the view I have right now walking behind him. The way his jeans hang on his hips is exhilarating. He's tall, so tall that his shirt comes just below the loops of his jeans. It's a tease, just one raise of his arms and that ink may reveal itself. In addition, there is something about a man wearing his ball cap backwards that acts as an aphrodisiac to me. Some prefer oysters, but I fancy rear-facing hats and jacked-up trucks.

Homeboy has some mad swagger.

"Jeeeeennna, oh Jeeeennnnna. Where did you go?" a voice booms through my phone, snapping me back to reality.

"Shit, Mom, that's my bad. What were you saying?"

"I was wondering how your flight went. Did you make any new friends?" my mom asks as if she's picking me up from my first day of kindergarten.

"Define friends."

"You know, somebody you enjoyed conversing with. Somebody that you'd like to keep in touch with," she answers.

"I sat next to a man that I'd like to practice conceiving babies with. Does that count?"

"Jesus, Jenna," my mom scoffs, my chest rumbling with laughter until Mr. Walking Wet Dream turns around to see where the giggles come from. He smiles at me and I pray to sweet baby Jesus that he didn't just hear my confession.

Or maybe I want him to.

The verdict is still out.

"Good to see the altitude didn't affect your vulgarity. I don't know what I would do if Aspen changed my foul-mouthed daughter into something resembling a lady. Anyway, are the views there as breathtaking as they are on TV?"

"The view I have right now is definitely taking my breath away, Mom."

"Are you looking at the mountains?"

"No, I'm looking at an ass I want to sink my teeth into," I tell her, admiring the two thick ass cheeks moving like a seesaw in front of me.

"Well, I can see this conversation is going nowhere but the gutter," she sighs and I giggle at her distaste for my honesty. This poor woman dreamt of playing dress up with a miniature version of herself, equipped with tea parties and mani-pedi days at the spa.

Instead...she got me.

"So, get on back to retrieving your luggage. I have to go find your dad. I pulled out the vacuum and he conveniently slipped out to the pole barn to 'find a tool.' The only tools he's going to be seeing is a shovel, a garbage bag and duct tape if he doesn't get his ass back in this house and help me clean."

We exchange our pleasantries and I hang up the phone, returning my focus to the sway of hips in front of me.

Edna is no longer in sight. She must have gone into the bathroom to do whatever it is old ladies do in the facilities. Speaking of, I should probably find a bathroom soon. It's going to be a little bit of a drive from the airport to the lodge. Plus I could definitely stand to freshen up. I'm just enjoying my view way too much to divert. He makes his way to the baggage claim and I'm right behind, far enough away to be respectful, but close enough that I could be hired as a paparazzi.