The dark sunglasses warranted by the bright sunlight at the outdoor party at least let Jacob Trask feign interest in the blathering of his co-workers. Personally he despised these company get-togethers, but he seemed to be in the minority. The rest of these corporate sheep seemed to adore standing around in the August heat sipping weak drinks and discussing banalities.
Though his focus seemed to be on Max Jenkins' current lawn care diatribe, Jacob's mind was currently dozen yards away admiring a dark-haired beauty in a bright yellow sundress. Thanks to the his towering height, Jacob was had a slightly downward angle on her cleavage even at this distance. Of course, Abby Carrillo's decolletage would be hard to miss at twice that distance.
Truth be told, he'd had an eye on her for nearly a year. He'd met her in passing half a dozen times; her father regularly conscripted his daughter into assistant hostess duties alongside her mother for the company parties at the Carillo residence. Jacob had initially dismissed her as a cute, uninteresting child. Even when she hit 18, he'd given her only a mild thought. The round-bottomed young woman might make an amusing conquest now that she was of age merely because she was the daughter of a colleague he disliked.
His interest, however, had intensified over the last several months as Abby's figure has unexpectedly blossomed. The 18-year-old's physique had gone from cute and girlish to sexy and voluptuous in a stunning series of months. Jacob's passing interest in her had similarly transformed into a growing desire to see her impaled upon his own fleshy pillar.
He'd held back despite his libido. Though she'd been of age for months, he recognized that the propriety of pouncing on a high schooler not even half his age was questionable. She was still half his age, of course, but now she was a college coed. In his mind, that made her fair game.
Today he was also aided by the absence of her high school boyfriend, Pipsqueak. Jacob assigned him that nickname given Abby had nearly an inch on him even in bare feet. Why the raven-haired goddess favored such an uninspiring boy, Jacob couldn't fathom. But today, the sultry beauty appeared to be flying solo.
Jacob detached himself from his perch and slowly circled in on his prey. As he neared, Abby looked up to meet his gaze. Despite her impressively long legs, she was dwarfed by his imposing height.
Would that he had the breadth to match. Jacob's long limbs and narrow shoulders unfortunately conjured images of a scarecrow come to life. His high school tormentors had often likened him to Ichabod Crane. The foolish among them quickly learned never to do it to his face, though. Jacob's muscular structure was lean to the point of being skeletal, but surprisingly strong for its lack of bulk.
"Abby, isn't it?" he mused as if he was unsure he remembered her. "I hear you're off at college now? Enjoying your semester, I hope."
Though his focus seemed to be on Max Jenkins' current lawn care diatribe, Jacob's mind was currently dozen yards away admiring a dark-haired beauty in a bright yellow sundress. Thanks to the his towering height, Jacob was had a slightly downward angle on her cleavage even at this distance. Of course, Abby Carrillo's decolletage would be hard to miss at twice that distance.
Truth be told, he'd had an eye on her for nearly a year. He'd met her in passing half a dozen times; her father regularly conscripted his daughter into assistant hostess duties alongside her mother for the company parties at the Carillo residence. Jacob had initially dismissed her as a cute, uninteresting child. Even when she hit 18, he'd given her only a mild thought. The round-bottomed young woman might make an amusing conquest now that she was of age merely because she was the daughter of a colleague he disliked.
His interest, however, had intensified over the last several months as Abby's figure has unexpectedly blossomed. The 18-year-old's physique had gone from cute and girlish to sexy and voluptuous in a stunning series of months. Jacob's passing interest in her had similarly transformed into a growing desire to see her impaled upon his own fleshy pillar.
He'd held back despite his libido. Though she'd been of age for months, he recognized that the propriety of pouncing on a high schooler not even half his age was questionable. She was still half his age, of course, but now she was a college coed. In his mind, that made her fair game.
Today he was also aided by the absence of her high school boyfriend, Pipsqueak. Jacob assigned him that nickname given Abby had nearly an inch on him even in bare feet. Why the raven-haired goddess favored such an uninspiring boy, Jacob couldn't fathom. But today, the sultry beauty appeared to be flying solo.
Jacob detached himself from his perch and slowly circled in on his prey. As he neared, Abby looked up to meet his gaze. Despite her impressively long legs, she was dwarfed by his imposing height.
Would that he had the breadth to match. Jacob's long limbs and narrow shoulders unfortunately conjured images of a scarecrow come to life. His high school tormentors had often likened him to Ichabod Crane. The foolish among them quickly learned never to do it to his face, though. Jacob's muscular structure was lean to the point of being skeletal, but surprisingly strong for its lack of bulk.
"Abby, isn't it?" he mused as if he was unsure he remembered her. "I hear you're off at college now? Enjoying your semester, I hope."
