Twenty-Three

Vespa

"Vespa, someone's at the door," Ria called from the bathroom. I lowered the volume of the Bluetooth speaker playing in the room.

Who could it be at this time of the night? Ria and I rarely had visitors.

Quickly putting on a pink singlet over my tube top, I checked the time, seven-thirty, then I headed to the door and swung it open.

My chest seized up at the sight of Kai standing tall like a god (no blasphemy intended) with his dark brown hair, short and neat beard, deep tan, and eyes that seemed to glow as he looked down at me. He wore a gray jacket and jeans with some sort of red stripe down each pant leg.

For my good, I'd have to get used to the intensity of his gaze and stop acting like a breathless horny fool who wanted to pull off her panties.

But for now, all I could do was stand there dumbstruck as my heart raced. Kai tilted his head just slightly, a gesture almost like a wink, causing my stomach to flip over.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hello to you too," his smirk dee