Tyson POV

Alex was changing in the bathroom, leaving me to stand alone and ponder whether I should sleep only in my boxers like I usually did or keep my jeans on. Thinking that I’m not going to be comfortable in jeans (and more important: that Alex will mock me if I keep them on), I decided to go for the former. Unbuttoning them, I quickly slipped the dark blue fabric off and jumped into the bed, covering myself with the light comforter. A moment later Alex came in wearing a Guns N Roses t-shirt that was several sizes too big for her small frame. It reached mid thigh and the collar was so wide that it slid slightly over her left shoulder. From what I could tell she wasn’t wearing any pants. Not even shorts.

“You seem to have forgotten part of your clothing,” I stated coolly.

“Ha, ha!” Was her sarcastic reply.

“Are you going to sleep in only that?” I persisted. It would be really distracting having her pants-less in the same bed. Hell, that would be distracting even if she had a whole bunch of clothes on her!

“That is what I usually sleep in.” She grinned wickedly at me. “Does it bother you?”

“Don’t care.”

“Mhmm.” She didn’t look convinced by my statement as she climbed into bed and snuggled under the comforter.

My comforter.

I froze.

“What are you doing?” I shot out a bit too quickly.

“What does it looks like I’m doing?” She asked irritated. “I’m tucking myself in.”

“Why with my comforter?”

“Because it’s the only one in the room,” she stated with a duh voice.

I lifted my head up and scanned the bedroom. Nope, no other comforter in sight!

“Why didn’t you get another one?” I queried.

“Because I completely forgot about you when I was taking it from Angel’s room.”

“Idiot,” I muttered.

“Hey, I’m letting you share the comforter I got for myself; show some appreciation!”

“Appreciation? Here, take it all! I don’t need it!” I stated, tucking myself out of the covers and pushing them towards her.

“Well, the view definitely improved,” she purred.

I looked at Alex in confusion. Then I saw the way she was watching me. Or to be more specific, the area including my abs. I remembered I was lying in the bed next to her in only my boxers. Suddenly I felt self-conscious and heat flooded my cheeks. I wasn’t one to blush, but for some reason the way this girl was taking my body in made me glad that she had turned off the lights when she came in the room. The light from outside was enough for her to still see me, but not to register the fact that my face was getting redder by the minute. That was if she ever bothered looking away from my body and at my face instead.

“How long do you plan on staring?” I croaked out.

“How long do you plan on standing only in your boxers?” She teased.

“You’re a slut, Alex,” I stated, covering myself with the comforter once again and turning my back to her. I heard her chuckle quietly before she said:

“Sweet dreams, Tyson!”

There was softness in her voice and I could not figure out why her mood had altered so quickly. It was a pleasant change though.

“Sweet dreams!” I whispered back, half-hoping she wouldn’t hear me. Hearing her chuckle again, I knew that she had.

*****

I was lying on my side and something was wrapped around the upper part of my thigh. Too lazy to open my eyes yet, I ran my hand over it, enjoying the soft and smooth texture. I was still sleepy and it took me a while to figure out that it was a leg. It felt good having it wrapped around my body. My hand stopped mid-stroke and my whole body tensed when I remembered where I was and whose was the leg that I was patting. I hesitantly opened my eyes, preparing myself to see the teasing smirk she no doubt had for me.

But it wasn’t there.

During the night I must have turned in the bed because instead of being greeted by the wall, I was staring straight into Alex’s blissfully asleep form. I took in the view before me.

Her hair was messy and part of it fell in her face. The natural reddish highlights were showing again because of the sunlight falling over her head. Her body was curled up close to mine with her right leg wrapped loosely around me. The shirt she slept in had gone up revealing the bottom of her flat stomach and a pair of silky black panties with red lace at the edges. I gulped and licked my lips at the sight of them. Memories of the evening before when this girl was mock seducing me flooded my mind.

I remembered the touch of her hands on my bare chest: it was so light that it was only teasing; I remembered the sweet seductive voice and the playful glint in her eyes; I remembered the way she purred my name… Tyson. God, the effect her voice had on me! I didn’t want to admit it but it was such a turn on! Even now when I was just recollecting the scene I could feel a certain part of me below the waist perk up. I closed my eyes and groaned quietly.

“Great! Just what you needed!” A little voice inside my head reprimanded. “You can’t lust after her; you hate this little bitch! She’s caused you nothing but trouble. You know she’s only doing this to confuse you. You can’t let her get under your skin!”

“And I won’t!” I promised myself.

I heard her moan sleepily and felt her shuffle in the bed. My eyes snapped open when she placed her head and one of her hands on my chest.

Was this just another joke of hers? Was she doing it on purpose?

I looked closely at the girl; she appeared to still be asleep. I couldn’t be sure though - Alex was tricky.

“Alex?” I called her name quietly. No answer.

“Alex!” I repeated louder this time. She furrowed her eyebrows and groaned slightly, but still didn’t open her eyes.

“Alex!” I all but shouted now.

She slowly opened her eyes, trying to focus.

“You are not my pillow,” the brunette accused.

“Thanks for letting me know!” I retorted sardonically. “I was getting confused.”

“You’re welcome!” And with that she closed her eyes again without moving away from me.

“Why the fuck are you lying on me?”

“For somebody with so little fat to their body, you’re actually really comfy, you know that?” I had a feeling she was trying to hold back a smirk. “Besides, Ty, from what I can very clearly feel you seem to be enjoying it,” she stated, slightly thrusting her hips and brushing against my privates.

I pushed myself away from her so fast that I rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a loud cuss. I heard her bark a laugh.

“That’s a guys’ thing that happens in the morning. It doesn’t have anything to do with you!” I shouted at her. Technically it wasn’t a lie although her presence didn’t help the matter.

“I know, I know, I was just messing with you again.” She said, prying her head from the bed’s end and looking down at me still lying on the floor. Her gaze trailed from my face down to the area below my waist. “Although it would’ve been flattering if that was for me.” She gave me a wink and got up. “Now put some pants on; there are little kids in the house!”

“Same goes to you.” I remarked, getting up.

“It’s okay; they are all girls and so am I.”

Nonetheless, she put on her jeans, keeping the over-sized t-shirt on.

“Aren’t you going to put on a bra?” I asked dryly while getting dressed as well.

“Nope. I like to keep the peaches free.” She glanced down at her “peaches”. “Plus, they are small so they don’t provide much of a distraction, right?” She added in a mockingly innocent tone.

Small but perky it would seem.

But I kept that comment to myself.

*****

Alex was making pancakes for breakfast. She was actually pretty good at it. She was making them “the Bulgarian way” as she put it: really thin, almost see-through, but didn’t let a single one burn because she was constantly flipping them over by throwing them in the air. By the time she was done, Angel was already back from his night shift so the three of us and the six little girls were currently seated in the kitchen, munching on the food.

“Thanks again for babysitting, guys!” Angel said, getting up to clean the dishes once we were done eating. “And for making breakfast,” he added, leaning down and pecking Alex on the cheek. She smiled up at him and at the same time a sharp brief pang ran through me.

Must be from the pancakes!

The doorbell rang and shortly after one of the girls was called. Her parents had come to take her home. In less than half an hour all four of them were picked up. Tina and Jinny went upstairs to play, leaving Alex, Angel and I alone on the first floor.

“So how was babysitting?” Angel asked, sitting on the couch. Alex sat beside him and placed her legs in his lap.

Slut!

I glared at them from one of the sofas.

“Much better than I had expected!” Alex admitted.

“Speak for yourself! Angel, they made me watch Tangled!” I whined.

“You actually succeeded in making Tyson Williams watch Tangled?” Angel asked Alex, amazed by her achievement.

“No, I succeeded in making him stay in the room when we watched it while he probably contemplated suicide,” she stated proudly.

“Damn movie!” I muttered.

“It’s not that bad!” My friend stated. He had probably watched it with his siblings before. “The part with the thugs was pretty fun.”

“Yeah!” Alex agreed “And then there’s Pascal… Oh, and Max!”

“Oh, that horse was sick…”

They kept on talking about the characters and laughing at their favorite lines until I couldn’t take it anymore and cleared my throat meaningfully.

“So what else happened while I was working?” Angel queried, attempting to change the topic.

“Nothing much,” Alex replied. “Oh, the girls spilled some soda on the couch, but I cleaned it up.”

“Then where did you sleep?” He questioned, turning to me.

Once again the girl cut me off and answered for me, explaining how we changed the sleeping arrangements.

“You guys slept together?” My best friend asked incredulous.

“Not together, just in the same bed,” I responded somewhat defensively.

“Apparently he finds the idea of having sex with me completely repulsive,” Alex remarked sourly.

“I don’t know what I might catch from you,” I shot back.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Only that you’d fuck anything human!”

“Um, guys…” Angel tried to interrupt our bickering.

“Hey, I have standards!” She protested, getting her legs off of Angel’s lap and twisting her body so she could angle herself to look at me better.

“Guys…” I could barely hear Angel’s cautious tone.

“What standards?” I asked sardonically. “Breathing?”

“I’m just gonna leave you alone to deal with it,” my best friend said, getting up and heading to his room upstairs.

“Ha-ha! Very funny, Tyson! You’re such a comedian… NOT! And how the fuck would you know how many people I’ve screwed?” Alex glared furiously at me.

“I know your type!”

“Oh, really? And what is my type?”

I got up and stood in front of her. I placed my hands on either side of her on the couch and leaned my face down so that our eyes were on the same level. I locked my gaze with hers before answering as calmly as I could.

“You like to toy with people’s minds. You do that by using their lust against them. You flirt around and if that isn’t enough to get what you want from them, you fuck around. You’re nothing but a pretentious selfish little slut, who thinks she could have people eat from the palm of her hand only because she has a pretty face and a hot body.”

“Wow!” She exclaimed quietly. “You make me sound like the Devil himself.”

“No, just his daughter.”

“That’s kind of flattering,” the girl smirked. “Having superhuman power, I mean.”

“It wasn’t a compliment,” I growled at her.

“Too late; I already decided to take it as one.”

We stayed in silence for a while just staring at each other.

“Do I have that effect on you as well?” She asked me.

“Hmm?”

“Do I have such power over you as to make you eat out of the palm of my hand?” She questioned, a playful inflection to her voice.

“Don’t be absurd!”

“Am I being absurd, Tyson?” She literally purred my name, just like the night before, and placed her hands on top of my palms.

The girl moved her arms slowly up, brushing them against mine, until finally she hooked them behind my neck. Her eyes closed slightly, giving her a seductive look as she gazed up at me through her thick eyelashes. I felt my breathing pick up speed.

What the hell?

It was this very morning that I had promised myself not to let Alex get under my skin. And yet here I was, breaking that promise. She was barely touching me but it was enough to turn me on. But I guess it wasn’t just her touch; she was taunting me with her voice and captivating me with her eyes. My gaze fell on her lips.

What would they taste like? Would they be as soft as they looked?

There was one way to find out. I felt myself leaning forward slightly but I sobered up before I completely closed the distance between our lips.

That would’ve been a mistake.

“You’ll never have me eating out of the palm of your hand!” I spat out.

“Never say never!” She grinned, cocking one eyebrow up before unhooking her hands and exiting the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

That was close! That was too close! What was wrong with me? I had more self-control around girls. Then again I haven’t gotten laid in a while. Yeah! That must be it! That must be the reason!

I needed to get laid!