“It’s just the two of you in the house?” Garrett asked. “You don’t have a cleaning lady or something?”
“No,” I said. “I’m the cleaning lady.” I felt myself flush as he stared at me. “That came out wrong,” I stammered. “I just meant I do the cleaning.”
Except I meant more than that. I dressed up like a girl all the time. It was how I took my online classes, how I cleaned the house, how I did my chores, cooked dinner, and watched movies on my computer at night in my private little room.
At least, I thought it was private. Because after the neighbor boy and I helped each other out doing yard work, I discovered that I may have had an audience the whole time. An enthusiastic audience. Someone who wants more than a front row seat next time. And now it's the next time, and I'm all alone, and I need to let him know what I want, and I hope he wants it too, and there's only one way to find out...