Charlotte's Point of View
My hands are shaking as I close my bedroom door behind me. He must have felt it too... Right? I felt it. The warmth of his chest against my side, the gentle way he treated my hand, like it was made of porcelain.
He didn't seem to mind how weak I was acting. He let me lean into him for support and I could swear I felt him smell my hair.
It's already afternoon now. I go to raise my shades, but when I do, there's a face staring back at me. Eek! James!
I slam down the shade and rest my back on the wall, panting like I've been chased by wolves.
This is my chance. I can see if he's attracted to me now. I look down at my plain white tee and my pink tutu. This will not do.
The butterflies whizz around in my belly as I rifle through my closet. I put on my only matched underwear set, a blush pink bra with aqua bows and matching pink lace panties. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I see my soft, rounded tummy and the crease of skin below my bra and my chubby thighs.
I pick out an oversized soft grey tshirt. The wide neck hangs on one shoulder, giving glimpses of my cleavage, and bottom barely covers my bum, flashing bits of my cute pink panties. I tuck my bush into the panties, put on some pink lip gloss, and shake out the nerves.
I put on my best nonchalant face and saunter over to the windows. My breath speeds up as I open the shades and draw back the curtains. James is sitting on his bed tapping away on his computer. He doesn't notice me.
I flop on my bed and pick my most impressive book and try to read.
I stubbornly don't look out the windows as I flip through Gone With the Wind. I have one leg bent up at an angle, the bottom of my rounded, pink lace covered bum showing and the shoulder closest to the window is bare, showing the side of my bra.
I look out of the corner of my eye. James is staring right at me! His eyes are half lidded and there's a little grin climbing up his face.
I try to look very studious. I stretch one leg a little, revealing more of my ass, and then one arm, revealing more of my bra.
Then I just keep on reading, trying to remember what exactly it is I'm reading about as I stare at it, my heart beating like a marathon runner.James's Point of View
I see her little panic when she catches me staring longingly at her Window like some sick puppy. She's so damn cute. I had to take my mind off of Charlotte and I had a deadline to reach. I decided on a compromise. I would work on my laptop in my bedroom, and if she opened her curtains again I could catch a glorious glimpse.
My big move and drama with Cynthia had distracted me. I work freelance as a hacker. I am hired I try to break in to company's security systems and then give them a report of their weaknesses. I love cracking open those huge puzzles, and I can set my own hours.
I've had my eyes glued to my eyes for a
screen for far too long when I glance over at the window and my jaw drops.
My baby girl is tantalizing, all soft pink flesh, pink lace, and little blue bows poking out of a cocoon of grey tshirt. Yes, I called her my baby girl because this is most definitely my little minx flirting. I've seen what she wears when she wants to lounge around and not just tempt me to the brink of insanity. She wears granny nightgowns with high lacy necks and ankle length hems or a sweatpants and an over sized top.
No, this is my little girl telling me to come play. And I'm ready.
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Daddy's Perfect Match
RomanceJames is Charlotte's hot new neighbor. But he's 30 and in a relationship with a mature, intimidating women. Charlotte thinks he would never want someone as little, needy, vulnerable as her. When James and his girlfriend break up, will Charlotte real...