Ready or Not

Chapter Four

I watched as the flames flickered and listened to the steady sound of chirping crickets outside.

What a night. And it was only my first one here.

I smiled to myself, which I had doing a lot of since that final bell rang, ending my junior year. Even with the concerns of how fast I had grew to like Alair, which was not really on the agenda, I knew that this was going to be a summer to remember. Bring on the fling.

My smile fell as I heard Pru giggling from inside her new room.

Graham had told us we were staying in the guest house, just down the path. We settled in nicely; I was already unpacked and I assumed Pru was putting it off since the only thing she had been doing was God knows what with Lucas in her room.

Seriously, at this age, my dad would never, I repeat, never let a guy stay in the same house as me with him not around and doors open at all times.

But I guess Graham wasn't too concerned in that department. At dinner, when he told us where we were staying he told us that he had complete faith in the three of us, then he turned to me and said, "I'm counting on you Quinn to keep distance between those two. I'm too young to be a grandpa."

Alair had choked on his glass of lemonade and then his eyes went back and forth between his sister and her boyfriend, as if they were playing ping pong. "Fuck that!" He said loudly from beside me.

Pru rolled her eyes and I swear, this has only happened once in my life, and that was this moment-- Luke gulped. Like, this was a mind blowing picture to take in. I have never seen Luke nervous. Ever.

I itched my neck as a knock sounded on the front door. The giggling stopped and Pru flung her bedroom door open, looking like she was a doe caught in the headlights. Luke came out moments later, hair disheveled, shirt bunched up in his left hand while the other pulled up his pants.

The knock sounded again and Luke ran up the stairs as Pru combed out her crazy hair with her fingers. "Could you get that?" She asked as the pounding sounded again, she walked back in her room, trying to look innocent.

I walked over to the giant mahogany door and I thought to myself, It's hard to believe that this is a guest house. It's so big. And before I could stop myself I continued that thought with, "That's what she said." as I pulled open the door to an impatient and tired, yet sexy looking, Alair. He looked like he just stepped out of a magazine and he wore gray sweats and a white tank top. That was saying something.

I suddenly looked down at my skimpy attire and folded my arms over my full breasts. Well, I attempted to-- it was hard due to their size. My legs were exposed, as I only wore a V-neck, long T-shirt that I stole from one of my ex-boyfriends. It wasn't really that long now that I think about it. It only reached to cover the curve of my butt and then hung there about half an inch lower. Needless to say, he was getting an eye-full.

I blushed and pushed the door open for him to enter. "Pru's in her room." I told him as I made my way to the stairs. Then I stopped. I couldn't be on a higher ground than he was without him seeing under the shirt.

Blushing more profusely, I directed my walk toward the sitting room and plopped onto the L-shaped couch that wrapped around one side of the sitting room. I folded my legs indian style and grabbed my laptop off the side table, logging into Facebook. Looking down I cursed myself.

If he came in he would see every thing a classy lady wouldn't show a random guy.

Yeah, way to go. Just show him all your goodies.

Pushing the computer off my lap, I pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself, making sure to tuck it around my legs. When I was settled in I brought my computer back into my lap and signed into Facebook.