You Were Mine (Rosemary Beach #9)(64)

She stood up, and the tiny waist only made her ass look better. She continued to shake her bottom as she sang off-key. I winced as she hit a very high note, again off-key. Damn, the girl couldn’t sing.

Then she turned, and I hardly had a moment to appreciate the front view before she screamed and dropped the vacuum cleaner as she pulled her earbuds out of her ears.

Big, round baby-blue eyes stared at me in horror as she opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she were trying to speak.

I took the moment of silence to check out her full pink lips and the perfect shape of her face. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, but it was the color of midnight. I wondered how long it was.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to squeak out, and my eyes went back to hers. She was really something. There was an exotic quality about her. It was like God had picked all the best pieces and put them together to create her.

“I’m not,” I replied. Not anymore. Who the hell needs sleep? Oh yeah. I do.

“I didn’t know, uh , , , I thought the place was still empty. I mean, I didn’t know someone was staying here. No car was outside, and I rang the doorbell but no one answered, so I used the code and came on in.” She wasn’t southern. Maybe mid-western. I just knew she wasn’t from around here. She lacked the twang of most locals. There was a softness to her voice.

“I flew in. Had a car bring me here,” I replied.

She nodded and then looked back down at her feet. “I’ll be quiet. I can come back up and do this area later. I’ll just go downstairs and start there today.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

She barely glanced back at me, and her cheeks heated as she let her gaze drop to my bare chest. Then she turned and hurried away, leaving the vacuum behind in her escape. I watched as she scurried away and enjoyed the way her bottom bounced. Damn, I hoped she cleaned several times a week. Next time I wouldn’t be so exhausted. Next time I’d find out her name.

Once she was out of sight, I stepped back into the room and closed the door. A grin tugged at my lips when I thought about her face and how she realized I was only wearing a sheet. How did Nan have a housecleaner who looked like that? The girl was gorgeous.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. The image of that freckle sitting right there under the plumpness came to mind. I really wanted to lick that freckle. Cutest f*cking freckle I’d ever seen.