Aimee was frustrated too. In fact, she wasn't sure she could really speak without it coming out as an irritated growl. She was worried it was an emergency, but at the same time, if it was just something that could wait, this could get messy. She looked around for her bathrobe first and her mind was so pre-orgasm sex-hazed that she couldn't even remember where she left the damn thing. Dave's shirt was the closest appropriate thing she grabbed and she quickly pulled her skirt on underneath it and did up a couple of the front shirt buttons. She shot her poor boyfriend a desperately apologetic look as she watched him half-heartedly pull his pants on. Fuck, he looked amazing all sweaty and ruffled. She wanted to just shove him back on the bed and climb on him again to finish what they started, visitors be fucked.

It took a hell of a lot of willpower not to actually do that. She knew she had fallen for Dave hard and was absolutely smitten with him. He was romantic, he was polite, considerate, chivalrous, smart. He also had a great body, a great mouth, and gorgeous eyes. She didn't know what she did to deserve Kismet planting him in her path, but as early as things were, she really could see herself settling down with him, living with him, marrying him. She had never completely gotten to that point with anyone before. It was a little daunting, but also gave her this thrill inside her belly that was a new sensation to her.

She finally hurried out the bedroom and up the hall to get the door. She fumbled a little with the chain in her haste to get it open, but as soon as she did and saw who the visitor was, her face darkened and she planted him with a glare only a scorned little sister could give a big, nosey and irritating big brother. "Oh hell, you better hope you're dying or need a kidney right now, or I'm going to kill you," she warned.