She used both her hands to point towards her crotch and smirked, seeing the man in front of her struggling to keep his eyes focused on hers.

“It's a good thing I shaved, right Tibaut?” She said as she looked down. “Or maybe you like ‘em more hairy? I'll let it grow out if you tell me.”

She answered as Tibaut’s face became a subtle pink and got more and more intense until his face had the same tone as a tomato.

(“Haha, damn, I gotta admit, there's something entertaining about a guy that acts meek about these sorts of things instead of saying something corny like “Can I unwrap that present?”) She thought as she remembered a previous experience. (“Maybe I should wear one of the sexy ones next time.”)

She was standing before Miguel in nothing more than a sleeveless top tank and her panty. The area was clean-shaven, considering how much of the skin around it was exposed and Miguel held his head in his hands as he tried sus out why she did this.

(“It's gonna happen, it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen!”) He thought as he wondered if his dreams had been willed into reality.

“Stop overreacting man.” She said as she got closer and grabbed him. She trapped his head and gave him a noogie with a smile.

“O-ow, I'm sorry for looking!” He quickly apologised.

She let him go and pushed him off.

“I'm just teasing ya. But I forgot to bring a change of clothes so I'm just bearing in this until my shit finishes washing.”

She said as she stretched out, exposing the faintest outline of muscle underneath her stomach.

“Oh.” He said disappointed.

“You're the one worried about appearances. I'd walk around all the time like this if you were cool with it.” She said as she continued her stretches, lifting her knees up to her chest.

Miguel quickly responded. “N-no, um it woul-”

“Your loss,” She said as she shrugged her shoulders.

Not only was she the first woman he had seen in this level of clothing in his real life but he couldn't believe he absolutely fumbled being able to see her at any point in time like this whenever he wanted… Is what part of him said. But the more logical part of him knew he'd kinda be a creep for asking for something like that from someone who wasn't his girlfriend.

He shrugged his head as both parts of him argued which was the correct choice and continued.

“Want some pants at least?” He asked, almost as if praying she'd say no.

She walked up to his side and pressed her almost bare hip against his own, comparing something.

“They seem like they'd be a bit big, wouldn't they?”

She then slapped her behind, which had Miguel wondering if his own hand would be doing the slapping one day, as she continued.

“And no offence, but your ass doesn't look like it's packing the same amount of meat I am. I'm not a fan of tight jeans so I'll be rocking these girls for a little longer.” She said as she pulled on her panty before it snapped back. It took all the self-restraint Miguel possessed to not try and look into them.

He quickly moved away and headed back to his room.

“Oh is that so, anyway I'm still feeling a bit tired so I'll-”

She grabbed his shoulder as he turned around. She had a smile on her face as she watched him try to escape and eventually, he stopped struggling.

“You're enjoying this aren't you?” He weakly asked as he stared at the floor.

“Can't say I'm not having fun here.” She gleefully answered.

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As Miguel tried to adjust to her, she'd get more and more brazen trying to tease him. Sometimes she'd open her legs and other times she'd pull her panties enough to hide them between her cheeks as she lay down.

He couldn't take it anymore and got her a pair of sweatpants.

After bottling it up, he finally decided to ask her a question.

“Hey, Louise, do you um…” He felt his heart flutter as he contemplated saying those words. Would she laugh at him or was he oblivious to her hints?

“What's up, big guy?” She asked as she looked at the pants.

“What do you think of me?” Weren't the words he wanted to ask her but he couldn't bring himself to say the potentially mood-ruining words of “Do you like me?”

Her eyes opened a bit and her gaze turned to the TV. She quickly put the pants on and Miguel could feel his heart break.

“Sorry bout that Miguel, you know my friends don't really care when I do shit like that. Like I'm not saying I meant anything by that, but uh, you probably shouldn't take anything a girl like me does too seriously.”

“It's fine. I was… making sure I wasn't missing any signals. (Okay, I can recover from this. She thinks I was asking her if she was hitting on me. Not great but not as bad as thinking I want to date her.)”

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“Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't want to drag a guy like you to my level.” She said in a sombre tone.

“Don't say that.”

“Hmm?” She mouthed as she turned to him.

“(Shit I spoke without thinking.) I mean, don't talk yourself down like that.”

She looked at him, moved herself lower and laid down in his lap. “Listen Miguel, I know you're being nice and all but you should avoid women like me at all costs, especially if they're putting their fangs in you. You're like a little brother to me and frankly, I know a woman like me wouldn't treat you right.”

(“A little brother huh… that's not so bad. I can work with that.”)

He thought as he looked at her.

“Alright, I'll be careful from now on.”

“Good. You're a good kid and you should stay that way.”

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A few hours passed Louise had managed to get a conversation going.

Both were sitting at a table with cards in front of them.

“Come on, we're basically family, you can tell me your type of woman.”

“I don't have a type, honest!” He answered.

“You must have a girl at work that…” She paused and looked to be thinking about something. “How often do you leave this place anyway?” She asked. She knew he had an inheritance so large it could support at least five of her but did he have a day job?

“Twice a week?” He lied.

“Really? Where to?”

He tried to think of somewhere plausible but tens of seconds had already passed when he opened his mouth.

“What a nice life.” She thought as she stretched forward on the table. “Can't I get some of that cash Miguel? Shit, I wouldn't mind being Mrs. Ray if I didn't have to work another day. You got wealth to spare right Miggy?”

“I mean…”

She gave him a cold stare.

“If I can't find someone by the time I'm 30, I'll keep you in mind.” He answered in a jovial tone.

She smirked. “If you're still single by then, I guess I'll have no choice but to step up.” She said as she looked at her cards.

“Oh right!” Miguel said as he tried to steer away from a topic he couldn't tell was a joke or not. “You've been here for quite some time now and only leave for a few hours. I've never had a job before, so what's it like?”

“Some people have all the luc- (You idiot, keep out of that!)”

“Yeah, I guess some people do.” He softly commented. “I can only imagine how much my mom and dad would be yelling at me for staying at home and doing nothing all day.” He said with a soft smile. “But can you really blame me for not wanting a 9 to 5 with all the money I'll ever need?” He asked, with hands held out.

“(He took that surprisingly well…) Gah, of course. It sure beats having to work on a construction or an office.”

“You did construction work?”

She grabbed the table with one hand and handily lifted it a few inches off the ground before placing it back down.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, but the pay was shit and some of the guys were too sleazy for my tastes. I swear, I couldn't go a week without some asshole trying to get a handful of my ass and call it an accident.”

“How awful. So what do you do now?”

“I'm jobless.”

“...?(Huh? She can't be, then how does she provide for herself?)”

He told her all she needed to know and she responded. “Yeah, I guess having a broke girl over at your house isn't the most-”

“So were you jobless before you came here?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“How'd you survive without a job?” He asked.

“(Oh that's what he was confused about.) It's not hard when you're sharing an apartment and didn't go to college. The only debts I have are at random dive bars.”

“Huh, I guess I overestimated how hard life would be without a job.”

“Don't say that, I'll be broke if I don't find something decent in a month's time. Wait a second, can't you hook me up with something?” She asked.

“Oh, you mean one of the chip factories? You'd have to ask my brother about something like that.”

“Ugh, never mind.”

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As Tibaut looked at the monitor, he threw his controller aside and slapped his forehead.

“Fucking dogshit, this game is the biggest sack of horseshit I've ever bought.” He said as he reached to turn off his console.

“Was that a bad word I heard, Miguel?” A voice said outside his room. They opened the door and let themselves in. Miguel quickly turned off his monitor, though nothing too out of the ordinary was on his screen. It was practically a muscle memory of his earlier years living with his family.

“What's got a guy like you so pissed you're dropping f-bombs?” She asked as she pulled his chair towards his bed.

“Can't a guy say fuck?” He weakly added.

“No, but we're cool right?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah, we are, you said I'm like a brother right?”

“Right, so why are you so… polite around me?” She asked. “Wouldn't hurt to call me a bitch sometimes.”

“Wha, why would I do that.”

She reached her hand for his chest and squeezed it

“Aw, the fuck was that for?” He snapped.

“See, that's far more casual. That's the way we used to talk back in the day, you know.”

As he rubbed his chest, he briefly considered doing the same to her and quickly threw that idea in the bin.

“But it's kinda harsh sounding isn't it?”

“Miguel, how would you talk to a friend?”

“I mean I'd…Oh God is that really how I talked to you back then?”

“You once told me that I sucked more dicks than I had money in my wallet. There wasn't anything in it but you sneaked a hundred dollar bill in while I wasn't looking, you little shit.” She said with a giggle.

“Heh,” He giggled as well at it and cleared his throat. “Oh I didn't know we were that close, I thought you just caught me saying something dumb to me brother.”

“Did you tell your brother about the thighjob thing?”

“I-I, uh, might have considering how I was back then.”

“Knowing that piece of shit, he probably still has that bitch's number.”

“Hmm?”

“You might not know but he cheated on me with that whore I used to call a friend. You definitely seemed into her back then, so I guess your taste in women might be genetic.”

“Ugh, why would I want to date a woman that was with my brother?”