An unexpected visitor

After I was done with my shower, Sofia had flat-out refused to let me join her for hers. “No!” she’d exclaimed with a conviction I hadn’t heard from her before. “My pobre partecita needs a break,” she chided with a giggle, and pressed a finger to my lips. “If you come in there with me, you’ll never leave me alone. And I actually need to get cleaned up before the day gets away from me. Go downstairs. Get me a glass of water. You can help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. Be useful, papi.” Then with a peck, she sent me on my way, and turned on her heel to head into the most elaborate bathroom I’ve ever seen.

So here I am, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of ice water in one hand and a tall glass of orange juice in the other. Not a care in the world. The house is quiet and I’m jokingly thinking to myself that if I can just get her to take both glasses from me when she comes out of the shower, that she’ll be too concerned about spilling them. So maaaybe, I can try to sneak in a quick kiss, or a feel, or just anything.

That’s when I hear the front door swing open with a clatter of noise. Muffling the sound of keys jingling are the loud and excited voices of small children reverberating off the tile and walls. They’re high-pitched, excited, and arguing about whose snack bag is whose.

“Take your stuff to the room, mijo, and put it away nicely this time,” a woman’s voice follows. It sounds warm but firm, with the same accent as Sofia’s. “Hey! I told you no running. Uh-uh! And no throwing things either. I mean it.”

My blood turns to ice.

I recognize the sounds of Sofia’s kids, but I’ve never met that other voice. Obviously it’s someone who has a key. She also sounds more than comfortable giving orders in this house. Then I remember Sofia said her sister had taken the kids last night so she could go out.

I freeze mid-step, clutching the glasses so tight I’m lucky they don’t crack. If my brain were a car, it’d be doing a burnout. The wheels are going a hundred miles an hour, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m trying to figure out do I hide, run, try to explain, or at the very least, hopefully not die from panic.

Every option races through my brain at once. She’s between me and the stairs, so that’s out. I know there’s a door to the garage, but I don’t remember which one of the doors around this place it is. Maybe I just go for the pantry door which is ten feet away, but what if she wants to get the kids a snack and goes in there, and then I’m trapped. Meanwhile, I’m fucking standing here turning in a useless circle like a deer caught in headlights. To top it off, I’m as naked as the day I was born with my dick swinging around for all the world to see.

Thankfully I hear the little footsteps scrambling in the opposite direction from me. Then there’s the click of heels on tile headed my way.

A woman rounds the corner from the foyer in mid-sentence, something about “lunch later if you behave,” when she sees me.

Her eyes go wide. Her mouth drops open.

For one eternal second we just stare at each other.

As dumbfounded as I am, I still can’t help noticing how gorgeous she is. She’s got the same sexy skin tone as Sofia’s, and her long dark hair is swept into a ponytail with tendrils that hang down to frame both sides of her face. But what makes me stop dead is her curves. They’re not only poured into fitted jeans, but the white off-the-shoulder top that does nothing to hide how stacked she is up top. If this is Sofia’s sister, my guess would be that she’s a few years younger than Sofia. By the resemblance, I’d say that’s most likely the case. She has the same high cheekbones, same full lips, and the same green-flecked hazel eyes. Except, hers are currently bugging out of her head.

She lets out a blood-curdling screech, looking over my completely naked form, then gulps down a breath.

“Who the hell are you?!” she demands.

Suddenly she spins, blocking the kids from coming around the corner as they come scampering back to see what’s going on.

“Go to the playroom! Now!” she yells, back in the direction she’d just come from.

I jerk backward, sloshing water and OJ over my hands, and finally my brain reboots enough that I at least lunge for the kitchen island. I duck behind it, crouch down, and set the glasses on the countertop. I’m pretty sure my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.

“Wait! I–I’m Jay!” I blurt out, hearing my voice crack like I’m thirteen again. “I’m–I’m with Sofia! I mean I’m Sofia’s friend! She’s upstairs in the shower! I swear!”

The woman storms forward, swinging her purse off her shoulder like a weapon. She yanks it open with one hand while pointing the other at me over the island.

“You stay right there, pervert! I’ve got pepper spray in here and I will empty the whole can in your face!”

“No–no–no, wait!” I raise both hands and try to look as non-threatening as a naked guy hiding behind a kitchen island can look. “I didn’t break in or anything, I swear! Sofia invited me! We–uh–we–well she took me out! Last night! Er–for my birthday! I’m telling you, she’s upstairs right now! See? A glass of water for her, and some OJ for me.” Keeping my hands up in surrender, I gesture towards the glasses in front of me on the island, hoping it makes some sort of difference.

Marisol freezes, having dumped half of her purse out on the counter. She’s got one perfectly manicured hand clutching a small black canister. Her eyes narrow, flicking over my face and chest, and yeah, inevitably lower, before I realize I had started to back away from her and whatever’s in her hand. The result is me exposing myself to her all over again. My hands dart down, doing my best to cover myself, and her eyes snap back up to my face.

“You’re… the delivery guy,” she says slowly, like she’s piecing together a puzzle. “The one who’s been bringing her food for months.”

I swallow hard. “Yeah. Exactly. That’s me. I’m Jay, the food delivery guy.”

She blinks a couple of times, but continues to stare at me with skepticism.

“Why are you naked in my sister’s kitchen?”

“I was just getting her something to drink. She said she wanted a glass of water and then she hopped in the shower.”

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