Seducing Simon(20)

The setup had worked well. She had her own bathroom while the guys shared a bathroom on their end of the house. The living room and kitchen separated them. There was a formal dining room as well, but it had been turned into a computer room since they always ate at the bar.

She could hear Simon on the computer and wondered if she should venture in there or wait for him to come into the kitchen. Finally she decided to go to the door and ask him if he’d eaten breakfast. If not she’d cook and lure him into the kitchen. But first she’d give him a taste of her outfit.

With a grin, she walked to the computer room and cleared her throat at the doorway. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he mumbled, not taking his eyes from the computer screen.

“Had breakfast yet?” She put one arm against the doorframe in what she hoped was a sexy pose.

He finally glanced up. “No.” He turned back to the computer then jerked his head back up, his eyes widening in surprise. “Uh no.” His gaze was riveted on her, and she fought against the urge to blush and smile triumphantly all at the same time.

“I’m cooking if you want to eat.” She slowly dropped her arm and turned to walk back into the kitchen.

He followed right behind her and sat down at the bar. She began taking out the skillet and the ingredients for pancakes. She felt his gaze on her the entire time, but when she would look up at him, he’d immediately look down or away. Anywhere but at her.

As she mixed the batter with a large wooden spoon, the motion loosened her robe and it fell completely open baring the plunging neckline of her camisole. Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she set about pouring the batter into the skillet then leaned back against the counter to wait.

“So why didn’t you go to the car show with Matt and A.J.?”

“Not my thing,” he said barely meeting her eyes.

“What’s your schedule this week?” It was an innocent enough question, but she wanted to be sure and plan for the days he’d be home.

“Twenty-four Monday, off Tuesday, and forty-eight starting Wednesday. Off Friday and Saturday and a twenty-four Sunday.” So she had today and tomorrow to make an impression then she’d have one day out of three where she’d see him a few hours in the evening. Might be good for him to stew for a while.

She turned and flipped the pancakes then settled her attention back on Simon. Her tongue felt tied. She’d never had any problem talking to him, but at the moment she felt as awkward as a girl on her first date.

When the pancakes were done, she stacked them on a plate and set it in front of Simon. He stood up and got utensils for them then retrieved the butter and syrup from the fridge. She poured glasses of milk then settled onto the barstool across from the bar from him. After all, he wouldn’t be able to see her chest if she sat beside him.

An awkward silence ensued as they ate their breakfast. From time to time she felt his gaze on her, but didn’t look up. When they’d finished he walked around and collected her plate. “I’ll wash up, you go get dressed.” She nearly laughed at his directive. So she was getting under his skin a bit. Maybe he wasn’t as immune to her as she thought. Remembering the other part of Mike’s advice, she placed her fingertips lightly on his arm. “Thanks, Simon.”

He flinched and drew away, piling the dishes into the sink. With a secret smile, she breezed into her room for part two of her seduction plan.

Choosing a pair of sweatpants to go with her sheer white T-shirt, she discarded her nightclothes and pulled the shirt over her head. But when she looked in the mirror, she nearly changed her mind. The dark imprint of her ni**les was clearly outlined against the shirt. But he’d definitely notice.

She shuffled back into the living room grateful at least she was comfortable in the sweats and T-shirt. Perfect lounging clothes. And if they happened to make Simon squirm just a bit, all the better.

Simon was still in the kitchen washing up the breakfast dishes so she decided to wander in and get a glass of juice. She watched Simon out of the corner of her eye. When he caught sight of her shirt, he did a double take. He quickly glanced away, but his eyes kept drifting back.

Hiding her smile in her glass, she tilted it back, thrusting out her chest as she drained the juice. She set the glass in the sink and walked back into the living room. “Want to see what’s on TV?” she called back to Simon.

“No, uh, that’s okay. I think I’m going to go play some more games.” Simon walked into the computer room, frantically pulling on his collar. It was damn hot in the house. He switched the ceiling fan on, desperate for some cool air.

She was driving him crazy. When the hell had she gotten so damn sexy? The satin nighty had been torture enough, but the T-shirt that clearly outlined her perfect br**sts was just too much.

Pregnancy had been good to her so far. She’d definitely filled out in all the right places. The dusky imprint of her rosy ni**les had him dying to get his hands and mouth on them.

He was having insane urges to sweep her into the nearest bed and make some serious love to her. He was losing it. This was Toni, not some cheap lay. But here he sat fantasizing about kissing her in the most interesting places.

Lately he’d been having the oddest dreams about her. In his bed, writhing beneath him. It was so real he could almost taste her sweet skin, and somehow he just knew she’d taste of honeysuckle. He could feel himself inside her, instinctively knew just how she’d feel. The images bombarded him constantly. Her naked in his bed.