Chapter 1: Introduction
Marcia stood in front of the oven, waiting for the cookies to finish baking. She was wearing a tank top and a tight pair of shorts, shorter than she had expected and showing a little of her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom. She hadn't known about Dustin inviting his friend Barry over to stay the night or she would've worn something different. Her shorts were too short, and her tank top clung to her curves a little too much. But it was too late now—the doorbell rang, and she could already hear the deep, rumbling voice of a man on the other side.
Marcia wiped her hands on her apron and adjusted her top before opening the door. The man standing there was *large*—not just tall, but broad, with a presence that filled the doorway. He had dark brown hair, a warm smile, and eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed. His shirt stretched over his chest, hinting at the muscle beneath, and his jeans hung low on his hips. "Hey Barry, didn't expect you here so soon. How are you doing?" She asked as she invited him in. The scent of his cologne—a rich, spicy musk—drifted in with him, mingling with the buttery sweetness of the cookies baking in the oven. Marcia stepped back to let him pass, her bare feet sinking slightly into the plush rug of the entryway. The way he moved was effortless, like a man who had never once doubted his place in the world. His gaze flicked over her, not lingering, but not missing anything either. A slow, knowing smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Hey Marcia. I'm doing well...all things considering" he replied as Marcia closed the door. "Dustin said you were baking. Smells good in here." His voice was deep, smooth, with a hint of amusement beneath the surface. "Yeah, just some chocolate chip. Dustin loves them." She walked ahead of him towards the kitchen, motioning towards the living room. "Make yourself at home, Barry. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water? Something stronger?" She asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. The way his eyes traveled down her back, lingering on the curve of her ass, sent a warm flush creeping up her neck. She wasn't sure if she was OK with him checking her out like that, but her outfit kinda invited it. She knew she looked good, and she knew he was checking her out. She didn't mind. She liked the attention.
"Coffee’s good," Barry said, his voice low, like he was thinking about something else entirely. He followed her into the kitchen, his boots thudding softly against the hardwood.