Heated Summers

Chapter Eight

Antonio

Trying to maintain his cool, Antonio waited for the intruder to make his presence known. Positioning his body to conceal Ashlin from sight, he braced himself for a confrontation. The water from Jim's shower was still running so he knew it couldn't be his uncle that barged into the house with such force as to rattle the sturdy structure of the cabin. He waited, tense and prepared to ward off the threat.

So it stunned him speechless when a naked woman strutted into the room.

Surprise left him gaping at the attractive blonde woman. She looked young, but was obviously older than him by a few years. Her long blonde hair framed a heart shaped face that look sweet and delicate. Piercing grey eyes stared at him from beneath long blonde lashes and her plump lips were pulled into a tight, disapproving line, the only show of emotion on her otherwise indifferent face. She took a deep breath, the motion bringing Antonio's attention to her bountiful breasts which she made no attempt to hide.

Antonio's mouth went dry.

"Human," the woman stated in an emotionless tone.

Antonio continued to stare dumbly. Almost reluctantly his eyes dragged down her body, which was just as plentiful as her breasts. A tiny waist flared into wide hips and smoothed down into lean legs. His eyes skipped politely past the apex of her thighs, past the rose tip nipples of her chest and stared straight into her blank eyes.

Dios, he thought, just how many beautiful women was his uncle involved with?

"S-Sasha!" Ashlin snapped, her voice painfully rough. "For the love of God! Clothes!"

The woman's eerie eyes continued to stare coldly at Antonio. He stared back until she seemed to grow irritated. There was no particular emotion on her face, but it was the lack of complete emotion and the pull of the corners of her mouth that gave her away.

 He raised his eyebrows at her superior manner, his initial shock fading into doubt and suspicion.

"Who are you?" he demanded, keeping his eyes firmly on the woman's face. He was intensely aware of Ashlin's burning gaze on his back and until he was certain this woman was no threat, she wasn't getting anywhere near Ashlin.

"Step away, human," the woman, Sasha, said on a low growl. The air around her body seemed to shimmer and for a split second he could have sworn he saw the woman's eyes turn into the same metallic silver that had flashed in Ashlin's eyes when she was in the throes of her agony the night before.

"What the hell is going on here? For the love of-" Jim ranted as he stormed into the room, a simple towel wrapped around his bare waist. He froze mid step when he saw Sasha.

Antonio watched, baffled, as the woman's steel eyes turned back to the grey they started off with. A new tension seemed to overtake her body at Jim's entrance and she completely forgot about Antonio.

"James," Sasha greeted with that stiff, emotionless voice. Her mouth tightened even more at the sight of his uncle's bared chest, still dripping water from his shower. He would have called the look disgust but he sensed it was anything but. "It's been a while."

Jim was silent for several seconds as he watched the woman with a calculated gaze. Antonio noted how his eyes didn't flicker over her nude body like his did, but remained locked on her hard, unrelenting eyes. He'd never seen that look on his uncle's face before. It was a mixture between pain and pleasure.

"Sasha," he replied just as stiffly.

Antonio suddenly felt stifled by the tension the two of them created.