"Hey, Mrs. Larson," Jeremy called, his voice lazy but sharp with something else. "Can you grab us some beers from the fridge?"

I turned, catching his smirk. Gerad's eyes were locked on my chest, and I swear I couldn't say no. If I did, Oscar would hear about it, and I didn't want to make things weird for him. Besides, the way they looked at me made my heart race and my body hum. "Sure," I said, my voice a little too sweet.

I bent over to open the fridge, knowing my top would ride up, showing the curve of my lower back. I took my time, letting them see the way my jeans hugged my hips. The cold air from the fridge helped and when I stood, I caught Gerad's gaze drop to my chest.

Knowing this just made me feel so naughty. I walked over, hips swaying, and handed them the beers. Jeremy's fingers brushed mine, lingering just a second too long, and a shiver ran down my spine. It was harmless, and I loved the thrill.