Piña Colada
She smelled like damn summer.
And it pissed me off.
Plus, I was tired from a shitty night’s sleep. I’d tossed and turned thinking about Little Miss Home Improvement wearing nothing but a pair of denim short overalls and work boots—no shirt, no socks, definitely no b*a or underwear. I probably could’ve put myself out of my misery with a quick jerkoff, but I’d refused to give in and do that while thinking about the annoying damn neighbor. So instead I’d stared at the ceiling, angrily flipping from left to right every five minutes.
Josie hopped down from the last two steps on the ladder. “Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“No? So this is what? Your idea of a sparkling personality? I asked if your coffee was
