Biker Girl

Chapter 4

Kitt was dead tired he had finished two custom jobs and was covered in paint. He opened the door and said hi to his dad who was sitting in the living room watching TV and eating.

" There's pasta on the stove when you're ready."

" Thanks, Dad. I'm gonna take a shower first, I'm dead."

He threw his bag and tool belt in his room and went to take a hot shower. The jets of water felt like heaven on his skin. The door opened and he figured it was his dad coming in to pee but he about shit himself when he heard a woman's voice.

" You know blowing someone off who is trying to be nice is rude."

What the fuck was she doing here in his house? In his shower? Was he having a mental breakdown?

" Um... Cassidy?"

" Yes, It's me. You didn't call me so I figured you must have chosen girly TV night and interrogation instead of going with me to the run."

"I'm naked!"

"That is usually the standard attire for taking a shower," she said, noting that sadly she could not see him through the shower curtain.

" Can you get out? I don't think your dad would approve of this situation."

" Are you shy Finn? Don't worry I won't peek."

"No, I'm not shy but I'm not suicidal either."

" My dad is not going to kill you but fine, I will wait in your room then. Don't be too long the show starts in 20 minutes."

Kitt could not believe this was happening to him. Cassidy Patrick was in his bathroom and was going to wait in his room. How was he supposed to not have an erection now? His body obviously had no idea. He was gonna have to take matters into his own hands and quickly. He would much rather let Cassidy give him a hand with the situation. Would she?

Kitt's room was pretty big. He had a dresser, a queen size bed with two nightstands, and a bunch of paints, canvases, and art supplies everywhere. He had designs and paintings all over his walls. It was kind of a mess but the art he created was awesome. She layed belly down on his bed to look through a sketchbook that was on the nightstand. She could tell he had come in the room because she felt his eyes on her butt, which was partly showing in this particular pair of shorts. She kept looking through the pages. "You are really talented. This stuff is awesome."

"Cassidy," he called in a low tone.

She looked back to see him standing there in a towel, a very low towel. His body was perfection. His muscles were not huge but were super defined. It was what every guy wished he looked like naked and what every girl wished her guy looked like. She had a bit of trouble swallowing so she sat up in the bed.

"I'm sorry I went through your book, I wasn't thinking."

"It's fine, it's just a sketchbook. Why are you here Cassidy? What is this?"

"What do you mean? This is me coming to see you, to watch TV."

His eyes were intense when he looked at her. There was something else in his eyes too, something carnal that made her body shiver. He walked closer until he was just in front of her. " So you mean to tell me that you just want to watch TV with me?"

She swallowed audibly, at least it had sounded loud in her own head. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her body felt alive. Let's just say that her heart wasn't the only part of her beating. "Sure, why not?" she whispered looking up into his intense, beautiful eyes.