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. 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 completely 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 are both 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.