White Lies

Little Boy Blue

Blanche feels a finger tickling her neck. Perry. He needs to know that it irritates her.

"Go away. I'm sleeping." She swats at the hand.

"Bee, wake up."

Wait a darn minute, that's not Perry. The voice is deeper, more gravelly, not whiney at all. Blanche opens her eyes to see Hunter leaning over, dressed in a black button down shirt, with the two top buttons undone, and a sexy pair of dark jeans. He's so tall, and muscular, and sexy.

"Oh, hi," she says, sleep still marks her tone. "I fell asleep." She pulls the throw up to her neck.

Hunter smiles at her. "It's fine, but I have to go to work."

Blanche sits up, grasping the throw against her, covering her naked body. "Yeah, of course. I'll get out of your way. I just need to... get my clothes." Her words quiet down when she looks around. Apparently, Hunter is great in bed but he's one sloppy guy.

His apartment is spotted with mess. Pizza boxes, beer cans and bottles are strewn all over the floor, amongst possibly dirty clothes. And I thought my life's a mess.

"Yeah, I haven't had time to clean," he says, noticing her reaction. He pushes his hand over his short hair and rubs the beard that he has forgotten to shave.

"I didn't say anything. I do have to find my clothes though." Her mouth gapes when he lifts a torn black jersey fabric and a pink lace. What clearly used to be her shirt and her panties. "Right. That happened."

Hunter offers her another alternative. "You can wear this. Sadly, I don't have a spare lace underwear lying around." A corner of his lips quirk into a smirk.

In the light of day, Hunter looks even more stressed, even though he's trying to make light of things, which is quite a surprise since he seemed rather gloomy last night. His eyes have dark circles under them, and he has worry lines on his forehead, between his brows and around his lips. But she thinks those add to his overall appeal.

She takes the blue shirt, surprised to see that it's a woman's size large top. No lace undies, huh? Blanche doubts it's true. He probably has a drawerful of them.

"Don't rush. Stay for a bit. I made coffee. Just lock up after you leave." He sits beside her feet. "Sorry I have to run out. The boss is away and I have to look after things while she's gone."

She? Why can't Blanche picture him working for a woman? Oh yes, because he's a giant and he's intimidating.

"I'm gonna get dressed then go."

He stands to full height. She has to tilt her head to look up to him. "Great. Bye." He stays standing in front of her.

What does she do next? Ask for his number? Offer her number, or Trisha's? Pull him in for a kiss? Or a repeat of last night?

"Yeah, okay. Bye." He leans in to press his lips on hers. An ache and the sweet soreness between her legs remind her of what he's capable of doing.

A spark in her mind startles her. She hasn't brushed her teeth. She pushes him away, causing him to look completely shocked.

"Morning breath," she says, covering her mouth.

A small smile tickles Hunter's lips. He removes her hand off her mouth, then kisses her deeper, tongue and all. She's panting and wanting more when he stands upright and stares at her with his wild, lustful eyes.

"I guess I can go to work a bit later." Hunter offers his hand, and as she takes it, he pulls her up to him, pressing his impressive hard-on against her naked skin.