retreated into the cabin.
“Charlotte, how can you stand it?” Karen grinned. “Girlfriend, either you get him drunk and take advantage of him, or I’ll do the honors!”
“I already told you I’m too old for him, so stop teasing me,” Charlotte snapped. “It’s infuriating.” Karen and Emma shot each other a quick look before they stood.
“Well, we’re headed to breakfast. Care to join us?” Emma asked.
Charlotte shook her head. “Maybe in a little bit.”
Karen bent down and gave Charlotte a hug. “All in fun, dear. You know we love you!”
Emma grabbed Charlotte’s arm. “The last time I got any action was during the Bush Administration too, so don’t feel bad,” she whispered with a reassuring squeeze. Charlotte rolled her eyes as Emma and Karen trailed off, furtive whispers passing between them before they began to giggle like high school girls. Charlotte let out a deep sigh and let her shoulders slump.
Did that just happen and which Bush Administration was she talking about ? Charlotte asked herself before she shook her head and headed to the cabin. The shower from David’s bathroom was running, and Charlotte went to rinse her coffee cup in the sink. Charlotte heard a yelp come from David’s bathroom. Startled, she dropped the mug in the sink and ran toward the door.
Charlotte pressed her ear to the door. “David, are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes---- there was a rush of cold water for a sec,” came David’s muffled reply. “It's okay now; just startled me a bit!”
Charlotte bit her lip, embarrassed yet relieved he was okay. Turning on the hot water to rinse out the coffee cup had violated shower courtesy; it had been so long since she had lived with someone that she’d forgotten.
The shower stopped. Not wanting to be found lurking outside David’s door, Charlotte scurried over to a chair in the living room and began to thumb through a People magazine. David walked over to Charlotte, a blotchy green towel wrapped around his waist. His dark hair was slicked back, and the sunlight danced across the muscles of his nearly nude body. Charlotte gulped.
David grinned. “So what’s the routine for a little breakfast? I’m starved.”
Charlotte gripped the magazine, the glossy pages sticking to her moist fingertips. She licked her lips and tried to stave off the coming heat wave threatening to overtake her. It had been such a long time…
Charlotte cleared her throat. “Dining cabin in about five minutes. And I have dish duty today.”
“Well, it’s been some time since I washed dishes. Should be fun.” He turned to leave the room. “Give me a minute; I’ll be right out.”
As David disappeared into his room, Charlotte slammed the magazine shut and began to fan her face with it. What was wrong with her? She never got this undone by, well… anything . She couldn’t remember the last time the mere presence of a man made her swoon like a school girl. Besides…it was like she’d told Karen and Emma, there was no way in the world someone like him, at his age, would ever be interested in her. He was just an incredibly sweet person who was being nice to her, repaying his gratitude for helping him hide.
Right?
For what seemed like the millionth time that morning, Charlotte shook her head and resumed leafing through the magazine. A few minutes later, David emerged in a pair of stonewashed jeans and a blue tee-shirt, the sleeves of which hugged the width of his biceps. Charlotte bit her lip in an effort to keep from taking a big bite out of him. The scent that had intoxicated her yesterday engulfed the room, and David’s green eyes flashed that now- familiar devilish charm.
“Shall we?” David motioned to the door.
Charlotte tossed the magazine to the coffee table and stood. “Sounds good.”
David held the door open for Charlotte, and the two stepped outside. In the few moments they’d been in the cabin the early morning chill had been replaced with gentle, balmy winds. The
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