Chapter Six: Randy's P.O.V.
The night that Dave and Mariana left turned out to be pretty uneventful. Zoe had one drink before dismissing herself to bed. I had gone upstairs just a few hours later to make sure that she was still there. And she was. There was no way that she was going to get into any trouble on my watch.
The next morning I woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes and bacon. I wandered downstairs after putting on a pair of gym shorts to see Zoe in the kitchen cooking breakfast.
"You know, I never envisioned you as the Susie homemaker type of girl," I commented as I walked to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice.
Zoe turned toward me and rolled her eyes. "I do work at a diner, Randy, and there are times when I have to had to take over cooking when we were short-handed," she replied, piling pancakes onto a plate. "Go ahead and grab some pancakes. The bacon is almost done."
"You mean you fixed this for both of us?" I asked, grabbing a plate from the cabinet.
"Umm…yeah. Why else do you think I would fix this much food? I mean I know I have a few pounds to lose, but damn, I didn't think I looked like I could eat all of this," she said as she retrieved the bacon from the pan.
"I didn't mean it that way, Zo. I just didn't expect to have you fix breakfast for me. And by the way, I think you're crazy for thinking that you need to lose weight," I told her, honestly.
"Are you kidding me? Have you noticed my ass? I swear it has its own zip code."
I tried not to look. I really did. But curiosity got the best of me. I just glanced, though. Like a brief, little, two second…well, maybe five or ten second glance at that perfect ass. God, I felt like such a pervert. This was Dave's seventeen year old daughter and I was checking her out!
But in all fairness, if she hadn't have said anything, I wouldn't have looked…probably. Not to mention, how can she expect guys not to look at her when she's wearing those extremely short shorts.
"Anyway, enough about my ass," Zoe said, thankfully breaking me from my inappropriate thoughts. "Here's the bacon."
We got our food and sat down at the small kitchen table. And thank God, she sat across the table from me, because if she had sat next to me, she might've noticed something rather odd about the shape of my shorts.
The whole ass thing had put my mind in the gutter and it stayed there after I realized that the young lady sitting across from me…wasn't wearing a bra. X-rated images kept running through my brain as I quickly shoveled food into my mouth just to keep me from saying what was on my mind.
"Wow, I didn't know I was that good of a cook," Zoe commented as she watched in amazement at how fast I ate.
"It's really good," I muttered, refusing to look at her. Needless to say, I finished before her but remained seated, hoping to get in control of things. I tried envisioning anything that was completely unarousing, but even Vickie Guerrero in a string bikini wasn't enough to break through the fantasies that continued to play in my head.
"Earth to Randy," Zoe said, grabbing my attention. "Are you done?" she asked, motioning to my plate as she got up from her chair.
I nodded and cringed at the same time, hoping she wouldn't notice…that. She reached in front of me and grabbed my plate and fork, but, just my luck, the fork slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.
"I got it," we both said, bending down to retrieve the piece of silverware.
After I had quickly grabbed the fork, I raised myself up, but as I did, something, or rather a pair of something caught my eyes. I had just gotten a very brief but very full view of what was hidden beneath the light material of Zoe's shirt. The scoop neckline of her tank top was just low enough that when I rose up and she was still bending down, it was all right before my eyes.
Oh God, this was bad. I had basically just seen my best friend's daughter half naked.
I quickly handed her the fork and waited for her to turn around before I jumped up and muttered something along the lines of "I'm going to take a shower."
And maybe I was just hearing things, but I could have sworn that as soon as I hit the first step to go upstairs, I heard Zoe burst into laughter.
An hour later, I finally emerged from the shower. And all the while that I stood under the freezing water, I had had a mental debate about which was worse: the fact that I had seen what I did or that I had and actually liked what I saw. I came to the conclusion that I was just a pervert who desperately needed to get loud despite just having broken up with my fiancé.
As I was getting dressed and thinking about what a sick freak I was, my cell phone rang. I absentmindedly picked it up, not really caring who was on the other end. "Hello?"
"Hey, Randy," Mariana's voice greeted me through the phone. "What's wrong? You sound tired. Zoe didn't do anything, did she?"
Uh, no. It's what Mother Nature did to Zoe, but I wasn't about to tell Mariana that. "Just stayed up too late to make sure she didn't pull anything," I told her. It wasn't a complete lie. I just left out the events of that morning.
"Oh, okay. So everything is actually going pretty well there?"
No. Not at all. "Yeah, everything's fine. Zoe actually fixed an amazing breakfast this morning." Although the food was the last thing on my mind.
"Really? That's…interesting. Just make sure you keep an eye on her, okay? You never know when she's up to something."
"Alright. I'll call you if there's any problems."
"Thanks again for doing this, Randy. Dave and I really appreciate it."
"Not a problem. Tell Dave I said to kick some ass tonight."
"Will do, Randy. Talk to you later."
"Okay. Bye," I said and hung up, wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into.
I know that this chapter is a little shorter than the ones I normally write, but I can't really go much farther right now in Randy's point of view. There will be a lot more from Zoe's point of view than Randy's until later on in the story.
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P.S. I totally have to put this somewhere so I decided to put it here…I absolutely adore Brad Paisley and he's already won the awards for best collaborative video with Keith Urban and best male video. I'm so stoked for him!! And I get to see him in concert in August so I'm super stoked!