"Who is this?" I ask trying to be as casual as possible while walking into the kitchen, extending a hand to the stranger when everyone turns their attention to me.
                          
"Brice Adams, I just moved in across the street," he smiled and tilted his head ever so slightly. He reaches his hand out to shake mine while making eye contact.
                          
"Nice to meet you, I'm Elle. So when'd you move in?" I managed to say as I was being mesmerized by his eyes.
                          
"About 2 weeks ago. I was going to stop by the other day and introduce myself but I was walking up to the front door and saw you were in the middle of a very intense dance party so, I decided not to interrupt. It was quite entertaining," he chuckles.
                          
My cheeks heat against my caramel brown skin from shock and embarrassment that I actually got caught dancing alone in my living room. Oh shit, I realized at this exact moment that if he saw my little dance party he saw me in my panties! Oh god, I'll never live this down. But when I remember how good I look in my panties I suddenly realize I don't care as much as I should.
                          
"Let's never speak of this again please" I groan inwardly.
                          
"No let's keep speaking of it" Claire yells "We knew you had dance parties without us and you denied it every time we asked. Now we have a witness!"
                          
Shay is just sitting at my island breakfast bar laughing so hard she's almost in tears.
                          
"Dear God look what you started." I moan and make my way to the pantry to grab the ingredients for dinner.
                          
"Which one of you brought wine?" I ask hoping they had one open and ready for me to guzzle down after the day I had.
                          
"Actually I did." Brice says and we all turn and look at him in astonishment. 
                          
"What," he says as if he doesn't know the words are almost-like heaven to all our ears.
                          
"You're amazing." Shay and Claire say excitedly in unison.
                          
"What?" he asks again confused.
                          
"You're the first man that's ever been over here on our girl's night. And the only man besides my dad whose brought me, well us, wine." I state matter of factly.
                          
"Really?" he said with a bewildered tone.
                          
"Yes, we don't kid about wine" Shay says.
                          
"Does that mean I get to stay for dinner" he cocks a brow at me in question
                          
"Only if we get dirt on you" Claire sing-songs.
                          
"What kind of dirt?" Brice questions.
                          
"How about we play the question game, we get dirt and so do you" Shay encourages.
                          
"Ok buddy, here's how it works," Shay explains without giving Brice a chance to answer. "We ask the questions you answer. For every question you answer you can ask one of us a question. For everyone you don't answer we do shots."
                          
"Alright bring it on." Brice says confidently.
                          
He has no idea what he just signed up for. They asked him about everything from his mother to his sexual preferences. God these girls are nosy. He was a trooper and answered every single question. After about thirty minutes of interrogating him dinner was ready. 
                          
"Come and get it!" I announce from the doorway of the kitchen. When I turn to walk back inside the kitchen to grab the green beans Brice catches my arm making me turn back to him.
                          
 "You saved me back there. I'm pretty sure the next question they were going to ask was about the size of my penis." Brice said in a relieved sigh.
                          
"Then it seems you owe me." I let out a flirty chuckle.
                          
"I guess I do. What do you want in return for your heroics?" he says sarcastically. 
                          
"Hmmm" I say with my index finger on my chin pretending to think about his question "I'll collect later when I decide on a suitable payment." I joked handing him the bowl of green beans I went to retrieve.
                          
    We go to the dining room and begin to eat. The wine was flowing as freely as the conversation was. We laughed and talked about past relationships, funny mishaps, and a little bit of politics. The night was great. And by the end of it the girls were drunker than a hillbilly at a hoedown. Thank God when I built this house I put in four extra bedrooms for nights like this. After tucking in the drinking beauties, I headed to the kitchen to clean up the mess from our dinner.
                          
I walk into the kitchen to find Brice loading my dishwasher. My heart almost melts. No man and I mean not even my dad has even attempted to help me clean. I think I might be wet from the sight of this man feeling this at home in my kitchen. And he's fucking humming too! I quickly snap out of my daydream and interrupt his little maid act before it goes too far.
                          
"Hey I can do that" I say approaching his back. His big strong muscular back, what would happen if I touched him right now? Focus horny pants, dishes now!
                          
"It's the least I can do after that delicious meal," he continues to put the dishes away as he speaks.
                          
"I've got it. I have a specific way I do it," grazing his hand as I reach for a plate in the sink.
                          
As I begin to arrange the dishes in my special way he just stands there observing me. Once I'm done with the dishes and wiping the counter tops and island off, Brice finally speaks again.
                          
"Well I should be getting home it's late."
                          
"Alright I'll walk you to the door," I say walking toward the living room. I can feel his eyes watching me like a predator as we head to the door. We reach the door and say our goodbyes. We both reach for the door and our hands brush. The contact sends shivers down my spine and our eyes lock. The stare is broken and Brice leaves without another word.