For a second she simply stared at him, and wondered what he’d think if she started hitting him with her trash.
Be calm.
Don’t give in to temptation.
It was really hard for her not to, but she did resist.
“Not in a talkative mood today. Fine, I can handle that. It’s going to be one hell of a week I heard. Sunshine, the perfect weather for a barbeque, a party, some friends.”
She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Brant just kept on talking.
“I love this weather. It makes you feel so alive.”
Elisha hated the sun, the heat, and much preferred the colder climate where her neighbor couldn’t start parties whenever he wanted. She would just love to get him to move, but there was no budging him. He’d bought that house, like she had purchased her own. They were both staying, and she had to live with that.
“Are you deaf?”
She turned to him, glaring.
“What?” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m talking to you, and you’re being rude.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“What the hell have I done?”
Her anger was starting to rise as he kept on talking, and she didn’t know how to get him to stop.
“I’ve been a pretty good neighbor, and you’re just incredibly rude. I mean, seriously, I even clear up the leaves from your yard, but do you say thank you? No.”
“Will you shut up? You’re an awful neighbor, and I don’t like you.”
“Awful? The leaves—”
“You picked up a bunch of leaves a week ago. Big deal. You cause so much mess from all of your parties. Not to mention the constant live porn you have going on. I can’t even clean my windows for fear of what I will see. Can’t you have sex inside your house?” She snapped each word out, glaring at him.
“Seriously? You’re cleaning on the weekend?”
“It’s what I like to do. I like everything to be nice and neat.”
“I invite you to all my parties, and you turn me down. You can’t go through life cleaning.”
“The least you can do is keep the mess on your own lawn, and stop having sex for everyone to see and hear. It’s disgusting.” Slamming the lid down on the trash bin, she stormed off, angry and pissed that he’d drawn her into yelling at him. Maybe now, he’d stop being an ass, and consider his actions.
****
“How fucking rude can a woman get?” Brant Miller stormed into his house, and was immediately met by his brother, Sean.
“What’s up your ass?” Sean asked.
“My neighbor. She’s so damn rude, and she has the audacity to call me an awful neighbor. So, I have a couple of parties. Who cares? We only live once, and what is wrong with having a party for everyone to have some fun? No one complains.”
Sean frowned. “What neighbor are we talking about here?”
“The raven haired one with the blue eyes, big tits, and killer legs you want wrapped around, squeezing your hips as you fuck her tight pussy.” He pulled an orange juice out of the fridge, and slammed the door closed. His neighbor was so damn hot. She wasn’t a slender woman, and possessed soft curves. She had to be easily a size sixteen, and he knew his women’s sizes.
“Wow, sounds like you want her for more than a neighbor.” Sean was eating his cereal, and now he was saying shit that Brant really didn’t want to hear.
“When are you finding your own place? You’re cramping my style.” Brant took a sip of his orange juice, glaring at his younger brother.
“I’m younger than you. You’re the one likely cramping my style.”
There were eight years between them, and the only reason Sean was staying with him was because it was summer vacation. Their parents would cramp Sean’s style, and Brant hired Sean for the summer doing menial jobs that needed to be done. In short, his brother was really cheap labor.
“I’m the one throwing the awesome parties.”
“You’re old,” Sean said.
“If I’m that old, you can get the fuck out of my house, and go find somewhere else to crash.”
“I’m good. You’re my big brother.”
Rolling his eyes, Brant finished the orange juice and rinsed out the small bottle, before placing it in the recycle bin.
“So, what’s wrong with your neighbor?”
“She caught me with Kasey outside.” Kasey was the woman he called when he had an itch needing a scratch. She loved to fuck, and Brant was only interested in sex, nothing else.
“You both were loud.”
“Whatever. I’m not interested in what my prim and proper neighbor has to say. I’ve got a life to live.”