Page 19 of Broken By A King

"Take a look at her anyway. This picture was taken two months ago."

Nate bursts into a coughing fit.

"Adjust the seat back, Nate, and take a nap. I'll use your navigation to get us to your house."

"I'll lie back, but I'm not going to be able to sleep. Too wound up."

"Just try and catch some z's at least. I'm not pulling off until you lean back."

"Just like your father. So damn combative. Wait a minute before you pull off. I've never had to put my own passenger seat back before. Let me just find the lever."

While Nate spends the next few minutes trying to figure out how to adjust his seat, I click on one of the pictures on his phone of Ariana, and I almost shit my pants.

She's dressed in a sea blue colored dress. The kind of dress that has one sleeve and leaves her other arm bare. You can tell it's a dress that isn't meant to be purposely provocative. It's tasteful. Kind of expensive. It doesn't display any great amount of cleavage or slit up the leg. But it doesn't have to. The way the dress skims along the curves of Ariana's body is damn near pornographic.

Breasts that sit high.

An ass that looks so round and firm that I could bounce a quarter off of it.

A small waist that makes both those breasts and ass look even more pronounced and mouthwatering.

A smile that could stop traffic.

Sultry umber colored eyes that are so expressive that they seem as if they are searing straight into my soul through the photograph.

This isnotthe little dork with a towel tied around her neck pretending to save the world like a Powerpuff Girl in her bedroom anymore.

This picture is of a grown ass woman who I'd pay to see with that tiny pink Powerpuff Girl towel wrapped around her curvaceous body. And the only thing she'd need to be worried about saving was her sweet curvy ass from the likes of me.

I'm so transfixed by the picture that I don't notice at first that Nate has finished adjusting his seat and is staring curiously at me.

"You ready?" he asks.

Hell no, I think to myself.

I'm not even close to being ready.

I'm nowhere ready to live in the same house as the woman in this photograph for one day much less six fucking months.

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