Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (7 page)

While she was gone, Rob shared a few quick
stories about how much "fun" Victoria really was.

The next morning in the kitchen, Jillian
prepared scrambled eggs while wearing a bikini under a beach
cover-up. Rob entered the room, grabbed a banana from the bowl on
the table and took a bottle of water from the counter.

"Happy birthday," Jillian said, smiling.

"Morning," Rob replied.

"You want some eggs?"

"I can’t. I’ve got to meet Laura."

"Is Brian coming down?"

"I doubt it. We were up 'til three. This
Natalie thing is not going away anytime soon. I don’t think he
could sleep."

"Would you check for me? The eggs are
getting cold."

"I’ve got to go. He can heat them up if he
wants," Rob said as he left the room.

Jillian made her way to the guest room,
carrying a fresh set of towels. She knocked and called Brian’s name
but heard nothing. Pushing open the partially-closed door, she
found Brian sleeping shirtless and lying on his side with a sheet
draped low across his abdomen. She walked past him into the
bathroom and dropped off the towels. Spotting an empty water bottle
on the windowsill, she walked over to retrieve it. Next to it, she
noticed an empty medicine foil packet and picked it up; it was for
Tylenol PM. Jillian turned to look at Brian’s face as he peacefully
slept and gave him a friendly smile. As her eyes traveled down his
muscular shoulders and chiseled chest, her lips parted
slightly.

Brian rolled onto his back, and as he did,
his erection tented the sheets quite unmistakably. Jillian’s eyes
shot to the protruding area, and she gasped. She looked away from
him and rushed from the room with the water bottle. Once she
stepped outside the guest room, she paused, placed the water bottle
on a table in the hall, and stood, her heart racing.

She said softly, "You’re not Katrina, and
he’s not Dallas."

Turning back to the door, she leaned against
the doorframe so she could peer in. She looked at Brian once again;
his condition had not changed. She whispered softly to herself, "He
sure looks like Dallas, and you sure feel like Katrina." Then she
pulled back into the hall and glanced down at the Tylenol PM
wrapper in her hand. She paused to think and placed the foil packet
in her pocket.

Returning to his bedside, she stood looking
at his defined chest and abs. He must work out, she thought. She
hadn’t seen a guy with a good body up close since about the second
year of her marriage. That was about when George let himself go,
but even in his prime, George had never looked this good. As her
eyes followed the trail of hair that began around his belly button
and led down to his groin, her lips parted with anticipation. With
her eyes locked on the spot where the trail of hair disappeared
under the sheet, she shivered, pondering the wonders beneath the
covers.

Thinking how much this was
like her unfinished novel,
Lover’s
Slumber,
Jillian realized she was in the
midst of the perfect life-imitating-art moment. How could she
possibly pass it up? She owed it to her readers to see if a woman
really could slowly pull the sheet off a sleeping man without
waking him. That’s all she would do, she promised herself. She
wouldn’t take it any further than that. Call it a literary
experiment or a moment of temporary insanity, but whatever it was,
she felt she just had to do it.

Looking at Brian’s face, she called his name
softly. There was no movement from him, but she did notice that his
breathing now seemed more labored. She knelt beside the bed.
Jillian pushed down on the mattress, the motion causing him to move
a little. Otherwise, he remained completely still. The sheets
continued to tent either from a random boner or possibly a sex
dream featuring Natalie performing that ballet move. Feeling like
it was much more literarily interesting, she sided with the
latter.

Pinching the sheet between her thumb and
forefinger with one eye closed, she carefully lifted it off his
groin. Slowly, she folded it back to his knees, never tearing her
eyes from his face, deathly worried at the prospect of waking him.
After remembering to breathe, her gaze ran down his body, stopping
at his perfectly-clean, white boxer shorts. She noticed that part
of the tip of his erection was actually visible through the flap,
as if it were trying to break free.

Her mind raced. She searched Brian’s face
for any reaction to her presence, but there was none. Returning to
his boxers, she watched, not moving at all as his penis suddenly
throbbed, the head popping through the slit. Tilting her head, she
stared at it, mesmerized. Now free of its cotton confines, it
expanded even more, the fabric slipping down his shaft and exposing
nearly all of his impressive length. Her mouth shot open with a
soft gasp as she looked at it, first in shock, then in awe. She
froze with her eyes locked on it and unable to breathe for a moment
until she blinked and slowly exhaled. After glancing at his face,
she returned her eyes to it, but only for a moment longer before
rising to her feet, suddenly struck with guilt-ridden
awkwardness.

Taking a step back while still eyeing it
closely, she thought she'd never seen one this stunning. She never
imagined she’d be so drawn to one, either. She fought her way back
to reality, turned, and headed for the door. Once she reached the
hall, she slumped against the wall and closed her eyes. They shot
open when she realized she’d left him uncovered and completely
exposed. If he woke in that state, he would surely know.

Poking her head back through the doorway, she
checked his face and noticed that his breathing seemed to be
heavier still, but there was no evidence that he was coming out of
his deep REM. Her gaze returned to his most private of areas, which
still hovered proudly over his boxers. After closing her eyes and
quickly summoning the courage, she tiptoed toward the bed in the
absolute silence of the room.

At the bedside, she held her breath as she
slowly reached down to grab the sheet. The moment her fingers
touched it, the cell phone in her pocket rang heart-stoppingly
loudly, scaring the hell out of her.

Leaping backward and almost out of her skin, she
quickly pulled the phone from her pocket. She hit the button to
answer the call, but the phone slipped from her hand and crashed to
the floor. Falling to her knees, she scrambled after the phone. She
picked it up and put it to her ear as she crawled to the safety of
the hallway.

"Hello," she whispered.

"What the hell is going on there?" Victoria
asked.

"Oh, nothing," Jillian continued to whisper
as she peered through the doorway to look at Brian’s face. There
was no movement from him, but the rest of him was still standing at
attention. "I just dropped the phone." Sighing in relief, she moved
a few steps down the hallway. "This really isn't a good time;
there's something I need to take care of right now."

"Is there a man with a gun in the
house?"

"What are you taking about?" Jillian
asked.

"I just saw the
movie,
Taken
, and
this so reminded me of that. Why are you whispering?"

"Whispering?"

"Yes, why are you whispering?"

"I wasn’t whispering," Jillian said a little
louder but still not at a normal volume.

"Right," Victoria said. "I know when
something’s not right with you. Now, what is it?"

"Rob’s friend, Brian, is here."

"Oh, so that's it. What’s he like? Is he a
nice kid?"

"He’s nice, all right."

"What’s he look like?"

"Look like?"

"It’s a simple question. What does he look
like? Is he tall or short or fat?"

Returning to the doorway, Jillian studied
Brian’s body with an odd look on her face before breaking into a
slight giggle. "He’s not fat."

Brian suddenly rolled toward the door and
let out a sleepy groan. Surprised, she dropped the phone again.
This time it skipped across the hardwood floor and bounced off a
wall as she moved back out of sight grimacing in response to the
loud racket.

Poking her head back around the doorway, she
checked to make sure he was still asleep. Upon discovering that he
was, she picked up the phone and rushed twenty feet down the hall
with her heart beating out of her chest.

"Jillian, I want to know what the hell is
going on there," Victoria demanded with growing concern.

"Okay, he’s sleeping, and I’m... right
outside his door," Jillian admitted.

"Who’s sleeping?"

"Rob’s friend, Brian."

"You're right there?"

"Yes."

"He slept through you dropping the phone and
giggling and all that?"

"He’s a really, really sound sleeper."

"Did you drug him, or something?" Victoria
asked.

"No!"

"Why are you watching him sleep?" Victoria
asked, incredulously.

"I came in to offer him breakfast."

"Sounds like he doesn’t want any."

Closing her eyes to recall the vivid memory,
Jillian took a deep breath. "I, uh, forgot what a young man’s body
looked like. You know, one that’s really in great shape."

"I know exactly what you mean. I was with
one last night." Victoria made a creepy purring sound on the other
end of the line. "I’ll tell you about it later."

"Please, don’t," Jillian said.

"So, does he have great abs?" Victoria
asked.

"Abs?" Dazed, Jillian made her way to a
location across the hall from the guest room, where she could see
from his chest up to his sleeping face.

"Yes, his abs. Are they amazing?"

"Look, I really need to go."

"Why?"

"Just tell me about his abs and then you can
go. Is it a four-pack with a pouch or does he have the full
six?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really." Victoria said in a tired
voice, "I'm a little bored over here and I'm on the fence about
pulling out my vibrator. I could use some inspiration to push me
over. It's a lot of work you know."

"I know." Jillian sighed. "So if I tell you
if he has a six-pack, you'll let me go?"

"I will."

Taking a few steps closer, Jillian tilted
her head to get a look at Brian's abs, which were a full,
spectacular six-pack. "He happens to be topless, and wow, he does
have a six-pack." Craning her neck even more, Jillian could now see
his erection. Staring at it, mesmerized, she giggled. "But he also
has something else."

"What?"

"Um."

"Is he bottomless?" Victoria asked with a
loud squeal.

"Sort of."

"I’m coming over there."

"No, don’t."

"I want to know exactly what you’re doing
right now."

Jillian started, "I write about..." Then she
paused with a smile on her face as she took a step closer to the
door in order to drink in more of his supine body. "I mean, I used
to write about gorgeous penises every day, but until now, I’ve
never actually seen a real one."

"The gorgeous ones are wonderful," Victoria
said.

"Yeah."

"You shouldn’t have gotten knocked up at
prom. You might have seen a couple."

"Uh-huh," Jillian added, barely listening
and unable to look away.

"Are you looking at his dick right now?"
Victoria asked.

Jillian giggled again just a little. "Yeah,
but from out in the hall."

"Are you drunk?"

"No, and it’s completely... incredibly...
super-hard."

"Seriously? Have you been smoking that pot I
left with you?"

"No."

"Send me a picture of it," Victoria
demanded.

"I’m not taking a picture of it," Jillian
said, horrified.

"Why not?"

"That’s totally creepy."

"Oh? So it’s not creepy for you to be
hovering over an unconscious naked guy with a boner?"

"Yeah, maybe that’s a little... but I… I
just couldn’t look away. It’s like a big, beautiful car wreck, or
something."

"I’ll be there in five minutes."

"Don’t! Really, why don’t you—" Jillian
stopped when she heard the line go dead.

After moving to the doorway, she glanced at
his still-sleeping face, before taking one last look at his prize.
Suddenly confident that nothing short of an explosion would wake
the sleeping Prince Charming, she waltzed over calmly and covered
him with the sheet. She slipped into the hall, torn between guilt
and exhilaration and wondering exactly where she last saw her own
vibrator.

When Victoria arrived, Jillian was already
lounging by the pool. In a sheer bikini cover-up, Victoria entered
through the back fence and walked up to Jillian.

"I didn’t expect to find you down here," she
said, smiling down at her friend.

"Where else would I be?"

"Up playing with your young friend."

"It’s not like that."

"Okay," Victoria said as she removed her
cover-up and proudly displayed her bathing suit. It was a sheer
white bikini, the top of which barely covered her nipples and the
tiny rectangular bottom of which struggled to cover her stunning
vagina.

Jillian’s mouth opened wide. "What is
that?"

"You like it?"

"Where’s the rest of it?"

"Wait till you see the back." Victoria spun
around, revealing a tiny string, which ran up the crack of her
ass.

"Jesus, this isn’t St. Barts," Jillian said,
a little shocked.

"Oh, it’s not that revealing."

"I guess your nipples could be actually
showing, and I think I can only see part of your vagina."

Laughing, Victoria headed to the pool for a
quick dip to cool off. When she returned, her suit, now wet, was
completely see-through. Her nipples were hard and definitely
showing, along with the clear, clear, clear outline of all her lady
parts.