Princess Next Door(15)

“There’s not much to tell.”

“The look on your face on Saturday told me straight something had happened, and I’d interrupted it. Come on, spill.”

“He kissed me.” She licked her lips, and smiled. “And it was so amazing. He’s one hell of a kisser.”

“And?”

“And I kind of, sort of asked him if he’d teach me about sex.”

This time Tammy’s mouth did open. “You did?”

“It just blurted out. We were watching the neighbors, and I was thinking about my parents, and I didn’t want to be proper in that moment.”

“You’re attracted to him?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s good then. It would suck if you’re asking a guy you couldn’t stand,” she said.

“I’ve not spoken to him though. Not since he agreed.”

“He agreed?”

She nodded. “Right after the kiss.”

“Well, I think the time has come for you to at least bake him a pie.”

“You think so?”

“You’ve asked this guy, a stranger, to teach you about sex, and you’ve already told him you’re a virgin.”

“Alcohol does not go well for me.”

“You still didn’t swear,” Tammy said.

“I didn’t?”

“Nope. You were every bit the perfect lady.” Tammy patted her hand, giving her a funny look.

“What is it?”

“You don’t think that your houses have something to do with it?”

Even before Tammy finished her question, Wynter rolled her eyes. “They’re houses, Tammy. Not people, just things.”

Tammy shrugged. “If you think about it, it’s a little coincidental that you’re asking a complete stranger to have sex with you, and at the same time, you’re kissing him. Both things I know you’d never dream of asking Carey.”

She shuddered. “Stuff like that is not real. It’s a fantasy.”

“Life’s made of fantasies, sweetie. It’s what helps get us through the really crappy times.”

They finished their coffee, and then the day was about to begin. She didn’t have time to dwell on anything Zane related as she helped the children with their spelling, drawing, and of course coloring. Tammy always took the lead, and the classes were filled with so much joy. They were going have a parent-teacher evening very soon, so Wynter had lunch all to herself, which wasn’t fun as she found her nerves getting the better of her.

What if she’d made a terrible mistake?

She had to live with Zane.

What if you like him a little too much and he ends up with lots of groupies?

She really hadn’t thought this through enough, and now there was no time to think as she’d see him that evening.

Even though her attention was on the kids, she couldn’t stop for even a second thinking about Zane and his kiss. He’d completely taken over and kissed her in a way that had her begging for more. Not only had she not wanted him to stop, she’d been more than ready for more. So much more.

Her pussy had been so wet, and she wanted him to touch her, to make her orgasm.

Those feelings had never happened, not with a guy.

Pushing them to the back of her mind, she finished her day at school, lingering in the evening to help with the last of the preparations with Tammy, who happened to hate parent-teacher day, before heading home.

His truck was parked in his driveway when she got home. Grabbing her groceries, she made her way into her home. Before she’d even put the bag on the counter, there was a knock on her door. She closed her eyes for just a few seconds to find some kind of peace, any peace. When nothing came, she had no choice but to make her way toward the door, opening it up.

Both his hands rested on the frame, and his smile caught her completely off guard.

“Had a good day at work?” Zane asked.

“Yes.” Any of her doubts left her as she looked at him. “You?”

“Wrote a couple of really crappy songs, but everything’s set up at the bar.”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Love to.” He entered her home and she stood, watching him, not really knowing what to say or do. “I’m wishing you had a beer right now.”

Surprising even herself, she started to laugh.

“You don’t have to start freaking out. I’m not going to jump on you or demand anything. We’re just two friends here hanging out.”

“Yeah. Do all of your friends ask you to take their virginity?”

“Not really. It was touch and go with Riot.”

She threw her head back and laughed again, walking back to her kitchen. He’d put her completely at ease.

“I’m not going to be able to look at him without picturing that.”

“He deserves it. Always thinking he’s a gift to women.”

“Want a drink? Tea? Coffee? Soda?”

“Beer?” he asked, winking at her.

“I don’t keep it in the house.”

“It’s like a truth serum for you.”

“I was thinking a ‘never shut up’ kind of serum.” She tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear, and she gritted her teeth as nerves kept getting the better of her.