EroticReverie

Ally ... Four Days Later 

It's a little after eight at night, and I've succesfully finished dusting the inside of the guest house, and now was sitting on the floor listening to music and painting my toe nails. 

I smile to myself as I think about dinner a few nights ago, my first night here. The conversation about my breasts always making me laugh. I could tell it made him uncomfortable when I teased him, so after that, I eased up on him a little bit. 

I know he's not interested in me like that, what straight man doesnt like boobs? It was funny, and it was a little awkward but i broke the ice between us. At least a little. He's still been grumpy and quiet and kept to himself mostly, other than when we eat together. He works in his office. I work in the rest of his home, arranging things, still unpacking and trying to make him home look like an actual home.  

I'm definitely attracted to him, but god, who wouldnt be? He was handsome. Dark hair. Clean shaven , handsome face. Sharp chiseled features and his deep voice. Tall and fit, a great smile, evenwhen he didnt show his teeth. And the man smelled better than any man I've ever encountered. 

I'm probably reaching, but I've noticed each day, he seems to find more excuses to leave his office during the day, even if it's just to come scowl at me and ask me how things are coming along. Part of me wonders if he likes my company, or is just forcing himself to be social with me because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings. But he also doesnt strike me as man that wouldnt do something he didnt want to do. Gracie has texted me everyday making sure things are still going okay, and I swear a few times she's sounded like she actually wants me to hook up with Gabe. But, again, I'm reaching, and it's probably because I have a crush on him and am being an idiot. But it's a harmless crush. I like spending time with him, even when he's grumpy. I like making him fight smiles and score little laughs out of him. I'm only here for a week and few more days anyways. 

My phone pings. I finish my last toe nail. Cap the bottle and toss it in the little bag and then pick up my phone. 

Boss Daddy Gray: "What are you doing?" 

I smile. He hated when I showed him what I put him in my phone as. Something I did earlier today just to mess with him and see him roll his eyes at me and give me the stern scowl and shake his head at me. 

"I'm in the guest house." I type back and then lean back against the couch as I sit on the floor. 

"I know that. What are you doing right now?" he asks. 

"Sitting on the floor, listening to music and just got done painting my nails." I reply with a smile to myself. This is what I mean, am I reading into it? Why would he bother to text me and ask what I'm doing when Im techinically off the clock and out of his hair. 

"You didnt tell me you were leaving." He says.

"Im right in your backyard...or side yard....diagonal yard?" I reply. 

"Please tell me next time when you're leaving." He says. 

"Yes sir." I type back. 

"Don't call me that." he says and I laugh softly to myself. 

"Currently changing your contact name to Sir Boss Daddy Gray" I type.

"why are you the way that you are?" He asks. 

I laugh at my phone. 

"Because I think deep down, you enjoy it." I say. 

"Plus, I have the power of Milo and Otis." I type. 

"A power that is unmatched." He types back and I bite my lip. 

"What are YOU doing right now?" I reply. 

"Sitting in the living room, about to press play on a movie." He types.

"Anything good?" I ask. 

"It's a biography." he says.

"Booorrrrriiiinnnngggg, also when it's a biography, you dont call it a movie. It's a biography. Dont lead with MOVIE, and get people all excited. It's rude." I reply. 

"Who is it about?" I add. 

"About this guy who lived in a mountain all by himself." He texts back. 

"Your dream." I type back. 

"Very funny." He types. 

I smile at my screen. 

"So, is he a good guy in a mountain, or some kind of serial killer cannibal?" I ask. 

"why are those the only two options?" He asks. 

"Dunno. they just are." I reply.

"He's not a nice guy." He types. 

"Oh, so serial killer cannibal then?" I reply.

"Nah." He types and I huff a little laugh at his short response. 

"Apparently he starts out the bad guy, kind of a grump." He says.

"Sounds familiar." I tease.

"Now who's being rude?" He replies. 

"What? I didnt say anything." I type. 

"Indirect insults are still insults." He types. 

"Fine. Might as well be direct then. You're a grump. There, I said it." I type. 

"You're not being  very nice girl Alesandra." He types back and fuck do my nipples tighten. Fuck does my pussy clench my legs close, thighs rubbing together. Because I can hear his voice just looking at the words. Or maybe im just imagining it the way I WANT him to say it. 

"I'm always nice." I type back. 

"You think so?" he replies.

"I know so." I type back. 

"I beg to differ." he types. 

"Do you like to beg?" I ask. 

"I love a good boy that begs." I type and then drop my phone and clap my hand over my mouth. I laugh nervously and then pick the phone back up as he starts to type back.

"I'm a man Alessandra. Do not call me a boy ever again." He types back. 

"Good man , doesnt have the same ring to it." I type back, trying to back track a little, be more teasing than sexual flirting. 

"What are you doing now?" He asks. 

"still on the floor. texting you. letting the piggies dry." I say. 

"Piggies?" he asks. 

"My toes?" I reply.

"Oh, you painted your toes?" he asks.

"Pay attention, yes." I type back. 

"I have been paying attention, you said you painted your nails, and I assumed you meant your fingers." He replies.

"Fine. My apologies." I type back. 

"what are you doing after the piggies dry?" He asks and I smile. Back into a more comfortable exchange that isnt going to drench my panties. 

"Taking them to the market." I type.

"Cute." he says.

"Is that a cute , like i'm cute, or my piggies are cute? Or Cute like Im a smartass?" I ask. 

"All three Alessandra." he types back and god damnit. There go my nipples again.

"Ally." I type back. 

"I'll stop calling you Alessandra when you stop calling me by the batch of names you've made for me." 

"So never?" I type back.

"Guess so. That's up to you." He replies.

"Fine. I'm Alessandra. You're officially Daddy Gray." I type.

"Fine." He types back. My brows lifting.

"Really?" I ask. "You're not gonna scowl when I walk in tomorrow morning and yell a Good Morning Daddy Gray!" ?? 

"Nope." He replies.

"I think you like it." I say. 

"And I think you like when I call you by your full name." He types. 

"yeah yeah, watch your biography, i'll see you in the morning Daddy Gray." I type. 

I look at my phone and he doesnt type back. I frown a little , but apparently out little conversation, or flirting, or...whatever it was , is done for now. 

I test tap my toes and then then stand up and walk to the bedroom, leaving my music playing. 

I change for bed. Pulling on a pair of pink boyshort panties, and a plain white oversized t shirt, that hangs a little above my mid thigh. I go and brush my teeth, and then as Im brushing, hear knocking. My brows pinch. I finish brushing. Hear knocking again. At the door? Is he at the door? I spit and wipe my mouth and lay my toothbrush down and then walk through the living area and to the door. Through the glass at the sides, I can see it's him. 

I look down. Not having any pants on. I should put pants on.

"Alessandra, what are you doing? Answer the door. I can see you." He says in that gruff authorative tone. 

So I unlock the door and open it. 

A foot taller than me, at six foot four, he stands there in loose black pajama pants a light grey v neck. His eyes land on mine and god damnit, the tension. I know it's mostly one sided, but god damn. My nipples are screaming their hellos through my top. 

His eyes drop down my body quickly.

"You're not wearing pants." He says and his eyes stay on my legs. The hem of the shirt. I grab the hem and tug down. 

"well, no....and I was GOING to put some on, but you yelled at me to open the door. So I did." I huff. 

His eyes lift up, his jaw clenching and his eyes dont linger long, but they do look at my chest. I have a generous b cup, and nipples that don't shut up around this man. 

Then his eyes are on mine. 

"Put some pants on." He says. 

"Why?" I ask.

"because I cant hang out with you, without you having any pants on." he grumbles.

At that I perk up and I smile. My brow cocks.

"Gabriel Gray, did you just say....you wanted to...hang out..with ME?" I ask and press a hand to my chest and gasp softly. 

"Put some fucking pants on before I change my fucking mind." he grumbles.

"No, I wanna hear you say it. Say....Ally....will you please hang out with me? I'm so grumpy, and you're so fun, and charming, and I really really would just adore your company." I say. 

"Alessandra...." He says and I smile and wait.

"Put some fucking pants on and hang out with me...because you're not entirely insufferable and I may like your company ..a little bit." He says.

I smile. then shrug. "That'll do."