One Crazy Summer
Excerpt from ONE CRAZY SUMMER
Ben sat on the couch in his apartment and drank a bottle of beer. The football
game he’d planned to watch went on unheeded before his eyes. His thoughts
were drifting back to his last meeting of the day.
Summer.
He scowled. What kind of name was Summer anyway? It was a season, not a
person’s name. But as he thought about it more, he decided that perhaps it
suited her. Bold and bright and energetic. Warm and fun. When he thought of
summer the season those were words that came to mind. And from what he’d
seen today, they fit Summer Donahue as well.
game he’d planned to watch went on unheeded before his eyes. His thoughts
were drifting back to his last meeting of the day.
Summer.
He scowled. What kind of name was Summer anyway? It was a season, not a
person’s name. But as he thought about it more, he decided that perhaps it
suited her. Bold and bright and energetic. Warm and fun. When he thought of
summer the season those were words that came to mind. And from what he’d
seen today, they fit Summer Donahue as well.
He’d been determined not to think of her again once she left his office. She was
a client, a job, a means to an end. He would do her taxes for her, suggest a way
to organize her records to make tax time easier in the future, and send her on
her way. No doubt her own accountant would come back soon and he’d never
see her again.
Simple.
He closed his eyes and her image appeared before him. Denim and dream
catchers. He scowled again. He preferred silk to denim, pearls to whatever kind
of weird earrings she was wearing. But damn, she was sexy.
And she didn’t even know it.
Her being oblivious to her own appeal didn’t help — it only made her more
dangerous. It only made Ben want to show her how sexy she really was.
He opened his eyes and took another swallow of his beer. Damn, he wanted her.
He wanted to free that wild red hair of hers and run his hands through it. He
wanted to see if she was as exuberant in bed as she had seemed to him just
sitting in his office, so unaware of her own sensuality.
Images flickered on the TV but he couldn’t concentrate. He’d never had such an
instant reaction to a woman before and it was making feel a little crazy. Restless
and edgy. Like he’d been asleep for a long time and was finally awake — and
ready to take some sort of action.
Just what that was, he wasn’t sure. And if there was one thing that Ben Martinez
didn’t like it was uncertainty.
a client, a job, a means to an end. He would do her taxes for her, suggest a way
to organize her records to make tax time easier in the future, and send her on
her way. No doubt her own accountant would come back soon and he’d never
see her again.
Simple.
He closed his eyes and her image appeared before him. Denim and dream
catchers. He scowled again. He preferred silk to denim, pearls to whatever kind
of weird earrings she was wearing. But damn, she was sexy.
And she didn’t even know it.
Her being oblivious to her own appeal didn’t help — it only made her more
dangerous. It only made Ben want to show her how sexy she really was.
He opened his eyes and took another swallow of his beer. Damn, he wanted her.
He wanted to free that wild red hair of hers and run his hands through it. He
wanted to see if she was as exuberant in bed as she had seemed to him just
sitting in his office, so unaware of her own sensuality.
Images flickered on the TV but he couldn’t concentrate. He’d never had such an
instant reaction to a woman before and it was making feel a little crazy. Restless
and edgy. Like he’d been asleep for a long time and was finally awake — and
ready to take some sort of action.
Just what that was, he wasn’t sure. And if there was one thing that Ben Martinez
didn’t like it was uncertainty.
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