Sneaking Around with Bianca (Free to Cheat with your Kindle #17)

Chapter 1

Eric

I come downstairs to find my thirteen-year-old son acting strangely. He’s actually wearing clean clothes on a Saturday morning. And his hair is washed, not a greasy mess sticking up in all directions. There must be some activity today that includes girls.

I got back late last night from dropping our oldest son, Riley, off in Italy for his foreign exchange program. He was a little nervous, so I flew over with him. It’s not the norm, but of our two boys, Riley’s the shy, reserved one.

“What am I missing?” I ask Drew as I stand in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts. I was about to go for a swim and thought I’d ask him to join me.

“What d’you mean?” Drew asks.

I snort. “You’re wearing clean clothes before eight on a Saturday morning. Something’s up.”

“Why can’t I want to look nice?” Drew asks defensively.

I shrug, not wanting to start a fight. Puberty emotions can be a touchy thing. “Thought you might want to go for a swim with me,” I say to Drew.

“I already showered,” Drew says with a shrug.

“His appearance might have something to do with our new guest,” my wife, Heather, says as she walks into the kitchen.

“New guest?”

She nods. “Our foreign exchange student arrived from Italy almost a week early. I didn’t want to bother you with it while you were out of town. There was a bit of a mix-up. The boy we were supposed to host pulled out at the last minute, so they asked if we could host Bianca.”

“Bianca?”

“Yes. There was an issue with her host family as well. So she arrived two days ago.”

“But school doesn’t start for two more weeks,” I say.

“I know,” Heather says. “It wasn’t planned. But I will need you to help drive Bianca around. This week is really busy for me.”

“It’s busy for me too,” I remind her. “And Drew has baseball camp.” I don’t mention that she tried to rope me into drop-off and pickup.

I mostly work from home. So while I do have some flexibility, since Heather’s the one leaving the house to go to work. I reasoned that she should drop Drew off. It was a bit of a fight, but she finally agreed.

It’s hard to blast Drew out of bed in the mornings, so I get why she doesn’t want to do it. But I also do actually need to get work done. Leaving the house simply because she doesn’t want to push Drew through his morning routine is not a good reason for me to delay the start of my day.

“I’m aware,” Heather says flatly. “I don’t think Bianca will need much.

We just need to show her around. She’s eighteen, but I don’t know if she can legally drive here.

I haven’t looked into that. I was thinking that we could let her use Riley’s bike, but I’ll need you to lower the seat.

She can explore this week while you’re working, and then you can take her with you to pick Drew up from camp and maybe show her around a little. ”

Drew perks up at that.

I sigh. “That should work,” I admit with a little hesitation. “But I’ll probably need to come home and finish things up since I have to pick Drew up by four.”

My wife gives an answering sigh. “We’ll work it out,” she says.

“Good morning.” The young, sultry voice has a tingle running down my spine.

I turn to the doorway to see a gorgeous girl in the doorway of our kitchen. I’m surprised by the lightness of her hair, considering she’s from Italy. Her English is only slightly accented.

“Bianca, I want you to meet my husband, Eric. Eric, this is Bianca.”

I swallow and nod. “Nice to meet you, Bianca.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

She’s wearing a tank top, but it’s cut low enough that I can see her swimsuit peeking out from beneath. If I didn’t know she was a high school student, I’d think she was closer to twenty-one than eighteen. She definitely looks older than our seventeen-year-old son.

As she blinks up at me with her innocent brown eyes, I feel my body react in a way that surprises me. My dick twitches. Then it starts to chub up. I try to keep my gaze above her neck, but with all that soft skin on display, it’s hard.

She dresses no differently than any of the other girls at Riley’s high school, but somehow this one particular girl has an amplified effect on my libido. I need to get out of this kitchen, now.

“I was going to go for a quick swim before breakfast,” I say.

“You look like you’re ready for a swim too,” Heather says to Bianca.

My smile turns brittle. Why the hell would she say something like that? Can’t she see that I’m struggling here? The last thing I need is for this curvy young thing to remove more clothing.

“I was going to wait until it warms up a little,” Bianca says. “Probably after breakfast.”

“I’ll go with you,” Drew says.

I give our son a flat look.

“What?” he asks.

“You said you didn’t want to go swimming?—”

“Before breakfast,” Drew interrupts. “I can swim after breakfast.”

With a shake of my head, I leave the kitchen. I’m going to have to keep an eye on my son. I have a feeling he’s going to trail after our poor exchange student like a little lost duckling.