Megan glanced at the clock as her friend on the phone laughed about the latest bit of gossip that they'd just shared. "I'm going to have to go, Angie. I have somebody coming to look at the basement in a few minutes."
"I can't believe you're taking in a boarder. I don't think I could have a stranger living in my house."
"I know," Megan agreed. "It's either that or lose the house, though." She shook her head, remembering how long she and her ex-husband had searched to find a place within their means. The payments on the house had been exactly that - right up until he'd run off with some twenty-year-old bimbo, leaving her high and dry.
Now, she was struggling more than when she'd first moved out of her parent's house almost twenty years ago. Forty, and barely making ends meet.
"Well, good luck."
"See you at the gym tomorrow. Bye."
Megan hung up the phone and contemplated what she was wearing. She had absolutely no idea how to dress for this. A shrug accompanied the decision that she may as well just stick with the top and jeans she was wearing. Whoever ended up living in the basement may as well get used to her normal at-home attire, because both bathrooms were upstairs.
She did take the time to run a brush through her dark brown locks and put on a little makeup. After all, this was as much her first impression to make as it was for the potential boarders.
The doorbell rang at exactly two o'clock. Well, that's a good sign I suppose, Megan thought. Here we go.
She couldn't completely hide her puzzled look when she saw a young blond-haired man upon opening the door.
"Hi, I'm Kelly. I'm here to look at the room."
"Oh. Uhm, of course." Megan silently cursed herself for letting the surprise and nervousness she felt creep into her voice.
Kelly chuckled. "You were expecting a girl, weren't you?"
For some reason, Megan found herself smiling. "Yes, actually. I guess that's what I get for assuming that from the email."
"I'm used to it. Is it a problem?"
"No, of course not. We may as well walk around to the basement door."
"Cool," he responded, and stepped back away from the door.
Luckily, Megan had rehearsed her tour and terms several times. It wasn't all that different from what she did every day as a real estate agent, anyway. Only that familiarity kept her from faltering as she considered the possibility of having a young man living in her basement.
Still, it was all she could do to fight down a blush when part of her mind injected the word handsome into that description.
Kelly took one last look around after the tour. "Well, it's twice the size of my apartment and a couple hundred bucks less. It's exactly what I'm looking for. I've got the first and last month's rent on me."
He apparently had the money, and the rather bored property manager had attested to his record as a good tenant at the apartment complex where he currently lived - never once saying he to break her illusion that she was checking the information for a woman. Megan knew that she wasn't going to be exactly comfortable with anyone at first, so she decided to take the plunge. "You can move in any time."
Megan grabbed her gym bag off the bed and headed for the front door, knowing that Angie would be there any minute. So far, she had barely noticed that anyone was living downstairs, even though he was still in the process of moving in. Other than watching him make trips back and forth to the truck out front, she'd only seen him once when he came upstairs to use the front bathroom.
The doorbell rang as she was walking toward the door. She'd barely managed to open it when Angie pushed her way inside.
"Oh my god. Is that him?" She peeked out the window.
"Yes. What are you doing?"
"Panting." Angie let out a purr. "He's delicious."
Megan rolled her eyes and sighed. "Come on, Angie." She reached for the doorknob and saw Kelly walking toward the truck. He was wearing shorts and a muscle shirt, which made her silently echo her friend's thought of delicious.
"Prude," Angie chided as the door opened. She walked out ahead and waved to Kelly, who waved back, looking more than a little confused.
"Get in the car," Megan whispered through her teeth, and gave her friend a little push.
Both women sat down in the car, but Angie kept her eyes on the young man outside. "Check out those glutes. I could just eat him up."
Megan started the car and put it in gear. "We have our own glutes to worry about."
"I think I may have to stop and get batteries on the way home."
Megan rolled her eyes one more time and backed out of the drive, but found that she couldn't resist one last peek at Kelly's retreating butt.
It took Megan nearly ten minutes to convince her blonde friend to get back in her own car and go home after returning from the gym. Angie had talked endlessly about the man living downstairs, and truth to tell, Megan had found him in her thoughts more than a few times. Between that and the men working out in the gym, she was more than a little flustered.
Take another shower - a cold one, she thought, and headed to the laundry room to drop her workout clothes in the hamper. When she reached the door, she could hear the shower in the front bathroom running.
The realization hit her hard. Only a few feet away, her handsome young boarder was naked, water cascading down his body.
Megan sucked in a sharp breath as her nipples stiffened and the tingle of wetness creeping between her legs sent chills up her spine. She pulled the clothes out of her gym bag, once again wondering what was with her overactive sex drive the last three years. Though she chided her friend for always talking about it, part of the reason she did so was that she was always thinking about it, too. The admonitions were as much for her as for Angie.
The sound of the shower shutting off replaced arousal with panic. The last thing she wanted to do was run into Kelly in her current state. She hurried back to the other side of the house, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard first the bathroom door, and then the basement door close.
With the moment of anxiety over, the needs of her body reasserted themselves. She switched on the television and scrolled through what she'd recorded on the DVR. Lifetime romances, soaps, and romantic comedies filled the list. Hardly the thing to take her mind off her arousal. A flip through the channels revealed nothing else to distract her, either.
She gave up on the television and walked into the bedroom, thinking she would read for a while instead. Then she remembered where she'd left off in the racy novel. No help there.
Get a hold of yourself. Megan thought as she walked to the dresser to retrieve her nightgown. Cold shower, and then bed.
She took one step across the threshold of her bedroom door before the memory of Kelly showering washed back over her. It would be her naked beneath the streaming water, and she could almost see herself running into him as she emerged in her nightgown afterward.
She stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door.
I have got to get over this, she thought. Okay, just go to bed. Color rose in her cheeks as she hurried to strip off her clothes and put on the gown. She felt as if someone was watching her the whole time.
The vibrator in the nightstand next to the bed called out to her as she slipped under the sheets. She'd bought it two years ago when her seemingly perpetual arousal had pushed her beyond the point that her fingers could satisfy.
Her face burned as she thought about it and she let her head fall with a thump to the pillow. Only after an hour of tossing and turning did she finally slip into a fitful, frustrated sleep.
A crash of thunder startled Megan awake. She sat up in the bed as another boom sounded, the room lighting up from flashes of lightning outside. When the rumbling died down, she heard something else.
Megan felt around on the nightstand until she found the remote and turned on the television.
" ... Cloud spotted and moving toward the area at thirty miles per hour. Take shelter immediately in a basement or interior room. Stay away from windows."
Megan's heart raced as she turned off the television and tossed back the sheets. The wind was howling outside, the house creaking from the force of it. She threw open the bedroom door, her bare feet slapping on the hardwood as she rushed toward the basement, guided by the constant flash of lightning.
She turned on the stairway light and pulled the door shut behind her before running down the stairs. As soon as she reached the bottom, a confused sounding groan burned through the sleep fog and panic.
Megan gasped and looked down, finally remembering her boarder. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a thin summer nightgown that barely reached her knees - braless.
A deafening crash of thunder shook the house, and Megan cried out. The power winked off, and she was left trembling in the darkness.
The beam of a flashlight pierced the gloom. "Are you okay? Is that the tornado siren?" Kelly asked.
Megan fought past the lump in her throat to answer, "Yes, they said it's heading this way on the news." She couldn't stop her voice from quavering in fear.
The flashlight beam fell on her and she squinted, bringing an arm up to conceal her breasts.
"Maybe you should sit down." The light moved to illuminate a couch. "You're as pale as a ghost."
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