The new guy next door is older, wiser, and drop-dead gorgeous. He's everything Kirsty wants in a man...but he's hiding something. There's a box he's keeping shut away in his bedroom, and she can't help but wonder what's inside. It's naughty of her to go snooping, but she's about to find out he's a whole lot naughtier...
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It was another scorcher of a day, and near enough the whole neighbourhood turned up to the party, flooding through the house and into the back yard. Kirsty watched from the sidelines as introductions were made all round, Mr Richards smiling and shaking hands non-stop. He looked confident and relaxed, and even more attractive than she'd first seen him.
He was wearing a casual shirt today, charcoal-grey with black stripes and short sleeves that showed off his arms. The top couple of buttons were open, giving just a glimpse of the dark whorls of hair covering his broad chest. It was the perfect mix of rugged but not too hairy, and that tiny peek gave her forbidden thoughts of how the rest of his body would look beneath that shirt: toned and so very masculine, just peppered with that same dark hair. His shirt was tucked into dark blue jeans, belted, straight-cut, and just tight enough to be a real distraction. Unfortunately, Kirsty wasn't the only one to notice.
It made her a little jealous to see the way some of the older women – even those with husbands - were fawning over him. They couldn't have been more obvious, complimenting his home and asking if his wife had picked out a certain picture or rug. Even worse was the way he seemed to lap up the attention, ever the charming gentleman as he fielded their many questions, making them laugh loudly. The kicker was, despite their clumsy attempts at flirting, they had gotten more attention off Mr Richards than she had.
Kirsty knew it wasn't attractive to sulk, but she couldn't help it. She had gone out of her way to look sexy for her handsome neighbour, hoping to continue their flirting from the other day, and yet he hadn't even noticed her. Her long legs were displayed in that same skimpy pair of denim shorts he had seemed to like, her bare toes peeping out of white strappy sandals. This time she had put even more flesh on show, teaming the shorts with a cute yellow tank top that clung to her flat belly and was low cut enough to show off her ample cleavage. Instead of her usual ponytail, her dark hair hung in a glossy curtain down her back. She looked good, and she knew it. Mr Richards, however, was oblivious.
He'd given her nothing more than a brief glance when she arrived, and not even that since the rest of the female guests started rolling in. She glared daggers at them now: hanging on his every word, acting like they knew him. A smirk flashed across her face in spite of her jealousy – she knew something about him that they didn't. He had a secret that he was hiding away upstairs in his closet.
He had been determined for her not to see whatever had been in that shoebox, and from his embarrassment, it was definitely something naughty. She thought of that big, wide mirror in his bedroom. There was definitely something to him that was a whole lot less innocent than his friendly exterior. What she would give to find out what it was...