Olivia

Chapter 6 (Olivia's POV)

I fall back on the couch. I wasn't expecting my uncle's wife to look anything like that. She is drop-dead gorgeous. She has shoulder length, curly, brown hair. Her eyes are the most soothing tone of brown I have ever seen. Her skin looks, flawlessly, tanned, but something tells me that is her natural complexion. I love it. She is definitely in shape, but her body almost doesn't show it in a complete feminine and sexy way. She is the epitome of curvy. She seems to have the perfect body structure. I have seen many women, but she seems to stand out.

I flip the television on. I can't think about her in a sexual way, and I know if my mind keeps trailing back to her, it would be more than just admiring her structure.

I find my favorite animated film, Home. I get comfy on the couch and start enjoying the movie. About five minutes in, I hear shuffling. It's Simone making her way towards the couch, removing the wrapper of a bar of nuts, it seems.

I can't help but look. If I thought she was something to look at before, that was an understatement. She is wearing white, cotton shorts and a black top. Her hair is now in a ponytail, and I can't decide whether she looks better with it down or in a ponytail. My uncle is a super lucky man.

She sits next to me, and I'm still staring.
She tilts the nut bar in my direction.

"You could just ask for one."

I shake my head to snap back to reality, grinning, "I thought you would never ask," I snatch the bar out of her hand and start chewing.

"Now, I see why they shipped you off," she says, grinning.

My mouth is full, and I try to swallow in a hurry, "you, too? I thought only family knew of my deeds."

We both are grinning. She just shakes her head at me. I, quickly, finish off the bar.

"So, what did you do?"

There is a click. I am saved from answering. Phil walks in.

"So, I see you two have met," he reaches his wife, kissing her lips, "hi, baby. How was your day?"

"Damn! I'm the one who traveled, Phil," I say, playfully.

Simone is holding his hand, and she stands, wrapping her arms around him, "it's much better now, handsome."

"Get a room!"

They both start laughing.

We make small talk for a few more minutes before Phil says he will go start dinner. Simone offers to help.
If I were him, I'd drop stuff on the floor every two minutes just to see her bent over.

I giggle more to my thoughts than what I'm watching. Did I really just think that? I need to get a handle on it. I focus my attention on the movie, trying not to think of my uncle's wife that way.