“Okay then,” he finally said. “But we choose the plainest, dorkiest girl we can find. No bombshell, no bimbo.”
“No one we would ever fuck.”
They clanked bottles and congratulated themselves on a job well done. They had a plan of action, and a tight one at that.
When Drew sat back down, he was smiling. No more fucking cleaning!
Scott leaned back against the front door and watched his friend wave goodbye to the latest SEAL bunny that had applied to be their new housemate. He was pretty sure Drew had accepted the woman’s phone number, probably planning a hot session under the sheets the next time they came back from mission.
He couldn’t hate on his friend. The woman had turned up for their meeting wearing a barely there skirt and an even shorter top. They’d spent the past twenty minutes watching her unrestrained tits bounce under her shirt every time she moved. And boy, did she move a lot.
He exhaled and rubbed his bristly jaw. So far, the only women who’d answered their ad had been far too tempting. Even if he didn’t like some of them, he knew living with them would prove problematic. If his dick did the thinking for him, he knew he’d be on them in a nanosecond. He might be a SEAL, but that happened from time to time. Sex was a potent stress relief.
A car turned into their drive, narrowly missing the bunny’s headlights. He winced as tires screeched, but luckily, moments later, one car was on its way while the other was parked in front of the house.
Here we go again, he thought with an unhappy sigh.
Drew came to a stand beside him, and they both watched the car door open and one female leg pop out. Well, he assumed it was female. It was swathed in a heavy black material which turned out to be a shapeless skirt. The woman who appeared was perfect. Perfectly homely, that is.
She had blonde hair and blue eyes, her face devoid of makeup and rendering her almost translucent. She might have a shape, but it was impossible to guess at it, with the billowing black sweater topping that awful skirt. She wore sensible shoes, the kind elderly women wore to play bingo.
“Who’s that?” Drew whispered.
“That’d be the English teacher. The one who left that voicemail yesterday?”
“She’s fucking perfect!”
He grunted his assent and waited for the woman to stop in front for them before introducing himself.
A faint smile curved her lips as she took his hand. “Hello. I’m Kristyn. I’m here in answer to your ad?”
“Come on in.” He gestured her inside and listened as Drew introduced himself and started talking about the house. He watched her from behind as he followed them to the living room. She didn’t have a single bounce to her step. Her hips didn’t sway. She walked like an asexual person if there was such a thing. Well fuck, he thought. I think we’ve finally found her.
As minutes passed and they asked her question after question, the feeling only intensified. She loved gardening. She was an English teacher so she’d have no problem dealing with their bills or anything else administrative that needed to be done. She took one look at the cobwebs and decided she’d clean the whole house from top to bottom as her first step.
She was everything they’d wanted. He stared at his friend and nodded.
“When can you move in?”
Kris forced herself to remain immobile and not show any emotions. “I’m in a short-term rental right now so I can move out of there whenever I want. What about…this weekend?”
She watched as they looked at each other and seemed to talk without a word being said. Maybe it was the whole SEAL thing, but it was freaky how attuned they were. The dark-haired one, Scott he’d said his name was, leaned forward and replied, “That’s perfect. Will you need help with furniture and stuff?”