Finding The 10

19 - Getting Even

Eli's POV

Marco and I decide to close up the bar early and I head straight home to check on Frankie. I tried to call her a bunch of times but she won't answer.

What the hell happened tonight? One minute her and Harley go out the back to talk and then the next, both of them are leaving practically in tears. My guess is they had a fight. I just hope I had nothing to do with it.

Marco was pissed off when Frankie stormed out but I calmed him down and told him I would take care of it. Frankie may be our employee but she is also his cousin. I know that if he had to reprimand her it would end up as an argument.

I can hear the loud music flowing through the appartment before I even get to the door. Frankie is definitely home.

I let myself in and start trying to find the words to say to her. She needs to know that from a work point of view, storming out without saying anything is unacceptable.

I turn into the hallway, following the music and see her bedroom door is wide open. I can only guess that she is inside.

"Frankie, we need to talk about tonight..." I stop my words as quick as I started them when I enter Frankie's room.

Frankie is wearing nothing but a pair of black lace underwear as she stands drying her hair with her back to me. 

Everything slows down and I just stare at her.

She is perfection. She has tattoos that cover most of her back and upper legs while her ass remains untouched. And what an ass it is. Her cheeks are poking out from underneath the see through fabric of the lace as it rides high to give that extra sex appeal.

She is slender but not in an unappealing 'bones sticking out' way. But what gets me is her shape. She has this perfect hourglass figure that really makes her ass stand out. I want nothing more than to grab that ass right now. God help me.

It feels like minutes when in reality it's barely a second. Frankie catches my reflection in her mirror and turns in shock, reaching for the towel on the bed at the same time. Her body is covered before she fully faces me but most of the damage is done.

I have seen so much of her already.

She goes for her phone and turns off the music and by the panting of her breath, she was scared shitless when I came up behind her.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out as quick as I can.

"What the fuck Eli? You're not supposed to be home for an hour at least."

"We closed early. I...I didn't mean to...I'll let you get dressed." I say turning around and walking back out into the lounge area.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That's the only thing going on in my mind.

How can it be possible for an everyday girl to have a body like that? And why the fuck does that body have to belong to Frankie? As if my stupid crush couldn't get any harder to deal with. And of course, speaking of hard, I can feel little Mr happy is awake. Now I need a cold shower.

I think about going straight into my room and forgetting everything but that could just make things worse.

As if to rub salt in my wounds, Frankie appears still wrapped in her towel, staring at me with arms crossed. She looks angry. But then again, she always kinda does.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea you were getting dressed. I saw your door open and didn't even think." I start but she holds her hand up to say stop.

I do as she commands.

"How much did you see?" She asks calmly.

"What?"

"Of me? How much did you see of me?" She asks again.

"Just you from behind." Don't say you saw her ass and you loved it.

She nods slowly as if accepting my apology.

"Well I guess this was bound to happen. A guy and a girl living together. We were gonna walk in on each other eventually." She says staring at the floor.

"Yeah, I guess." I have no clue what to say right now.

All of a sudden I swear I see her have a lightbulb moment as a smirk grows on her face.

"I guess it's my turn now." She says shifting her weight from foot to foot and eyeing me off.

"Your turn for what?"

"To see you from behind."

I narrow my eyes, unsure of what she is getting at but slowly turn around on the spot to face away from her.

"No." She says and I stop to look at her. "Clothes off."

My eyes grow wide as I stare back at her. Is this really happening? Seriously?

I think for the briefest of seconds but choose to push away the voice that is telling me not to do it. Fuck that voice, I have a decent body and I'm not ashamed. Besides, it's only fair. Right?

I start to take my shirt off incredibly slowly and catch a quick glimpse of her face before I turn my back to her completely. Her eyes are wide as they take me in which can only mean two things. Either she is uneasy by this turn of events since she didn't think I would do it or she is enjoying the show.

I yank my shirt off my head completely and face the wall in front of me. Then I set to work on my pants. I pull them down making sure to keep my tight boxer briefs on and stand almost naked in front of her.

I feel my breathing quicken and I close my eyes imagining what I want to happen next.

I want Frankie to come closer to me and lightly brush her fingertips along the tattoos on my back. Then I want her to trace my spine all the way down to my underwear so that when I turn around to face her, her hand can brush up against me, feeling how hard I am. I want her to press her mouth to mine as I rip off that white fluffy towel and slap her ass, hard. Then I want to move my face close to her ass and pull off those lace underwear with my teeth.

I want all of that so bad that I swear I can even feel the warmth of her breath on my neck. Maybe it's coming true. All of my wants and desires.

I open my eyes and peek behind me but Frankie is nowhere to be seen. I glance down the hall and see her door is closed as well.

So much for my every wish and desire coming true. Well at least we're even now. I guess.

A/N - All I can say is hehehe.

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