Free Blooming by Peyton Fletcher Page B

to Beg” and Sebastian appeared to be harmonizing. Then he
heard the sound of furniture being pushed back, what the fuck was going on up
there?
    His curiosity
peaked and feeling honour bound to rescue Jen if necessary, he shot up the stairs
at double time, and paused at the door momentarily before trying the handle. It
opened on its own to his relief, a short minute later his mind registered what
his brain was seeing.
    Sean and
Sebastian were opposite the door, wedged together in Jen’s only armchair, her
sofa pushed back against the living room wall to allow room for manoeuvre. Seb
was waving a nearly empty bottle of tequila in time with the music.
    “Do it again baby,
walk for me,” Sean yelled.
    Todd’s eyes
lit on the vision in front of him. However the hell they’d managed it, Jen was
stood there with her back to him, almost close enough to touch, clad only in
the briefest stretchy white boy shorts and a lace bra that had seen better
days.
    As he watched
she strode away from him, all elegant limbs and swaying hips, in perfect time
with the music, Christ she was stunning; she turned around and failed to see
him in front of her and his jaw dropped as he registered the view from the
front. Her hair was drawn up in a high ponytail on top of her head and it
bobbed about perkily, her face was relaxed and smiling as it so seldom was and
he let his eyes trail down her long neck.
    Sean was
right her shoulders and hips were fantastically matched and she had a tiny
immaculately delineated waist.
    The crappy
bra was doing little to cover her small high breasts, allowing a hint of her
perky pink nipples to show through. As she turned in front of him again it was
with the elegance of a natural born dancer and he caught a view of a lovely
firm bottom, her butt cheeks peeking out of the shorts as his eyes followed her
toned thighs and calves all the way to her feet, which were clad in outrageous
five inch leopard print heels which must have come from Sean’s personal
collection.
     
    Todd’s voice boomed out before
he even realised he’d shouted, “What the fuck is going on here?”
    Jen shot
round, took one look at his thunderous face and screeched in alarm as she
vaulted onto the sofa and launched herself over the back of it before shooting
into the bathroom out of sight. The grace with which she managed it in the
heels was astounding.
    “Todd
darling,” Sean began to say.
    “Don’t you
fucking darling me,” he roared before scooping up Jen’s t shirt and jeans which
were strewn on the floor. “I’ll deal with you in a minute. I ought to toss you
out on the street.”
    He stomped
off, dragging the sofa out of his way and pounded on the bathroom door. “Go
away,” she yelled.
    “Not a
chance,” he roared back, I’ve got your clothes out here and I’m prepared to
wait as long as it takes.”
    The door
opened a crack and her hand came out, “give them to me.”
    “Not before
you let me in.”                                      
    “Sebastian
attempted to deflect his ire, “Er Todd, it’s our fault, Sean had an idea for a
line of dresses and he wanted to see Jen for himself...”
    “Oh well he bloody
well managed that didn’t he!”
    The next
thing he knew the bathroom door opened wider and a small hand yanked him
inside.
    Jen stood there,
eyes wild, her chest pounding.        
    “How much
have you had to drink?” he stormed.      
    “A third of
whatever they’ve had, it’s your fucking fault, telling Sean about my scar what
happened to you managing to keep a secret? Well he had to come see for himself
didn’t he and I was forced to drink enough to give me the courage to show him.
Unfortunately the little fucker still isn’t put off.”
    “I heard
that!” Sean yelled from the living room. “Who are you calling little?”
    “Forget about
that I’ll be having this out with him in about five seconds, first I want a
good look at you myself.”
    Her