Page 45 of Hot Summer Nights

TWO

Weston

I watchas the red-haired girl takes off down the road back the way I came.Ember, I think. I thought maybe I had dreamed her up when I first saw her standing there. She looked like a little fairy, with the sunlight from the open window shining behind her.

My eyes trailed down her long shapely legs to a pair of dirty sneakers before they trailed back up, over her cut off shorts and rounded hips, to the swells of her breasts, hidden beneath her baggy shirt, and to her oval face. She had her red hair pulled back but a few curls had escaped to frame her face. She has the brightest blue eyes. The first time I saw them I thought that maybe they were contacts, I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that look like neon blue. Her little button nose is dotted with freckles and her full red lips curl up as she smiles at me.

I stand at the front door and watch until she disappears from view. I had wanted to ask her out. I could take her to dinner tonight and then to bed after. I’m dying to get my hands all over her curvy body. To see what she was hiding beneath that baggy shirt and loose cutoffs.

Part of me wanted to extend my trip. To stay until the Fourth of July and see the fireworks that she obviously loves so much. I don’t know if she realized it or not but her whole face lit up when she talked about them. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone so passionate about something.

She works here. I’ll just call up there later and see if I can’t convince her to let me take her out. She can show me around some of those local tourist traps and attractions and then I can show her my main attraction.

My cock hardens in my pants as I picture spreading her delectable body out on the bed and finding all the secret spots that will make her light up like those fireworks that she loves so much.

My phone rings in my pocket, interrupting my sexy daydream, and I pull it out to see it’s my assistant. I may not have told Ember the truth when I said I was here for a vacation. I do want to see the area but that’s only because I’m thinking about investing in a hotel some developers are going to build here. I swipe my finger across the screen, picking up before it can go to voicemail.

“Allison.”

“Hey, boss. I just sent you the new details from the developers. There’s been a couple of calls. Do you want your messages now?” She asks.

“Anything that can’t keep for a few days?” I ask.

“No, nothing urgent.”

“Then I’ll get to it when I return.”

“Sounds good. Do you need anything else from me, boss?” She asks.

“No. Thank you, Allison.”

I hang up the call and bring up my emails and try to read over the new details but I can’t get the image of Ember out of my head. After half an hour, I toss my phone aside and run my hands through my hair.I’ll go check out some of those pamphlets that she mentioned when she was here, I think as I grab my cabin keys and start to walk to the cabin rental office.

It really is beautiful here; I realize as I look around. The cabins are built into the side of the mountain, allowing for spectacular views of the mountain peaks and valleys. I walk up to the office door and look through the glass to see Ember’s fiery red hair. She’s taken it out of the ponytail and it hangs in chaotic waves down her back. She tucks it behind her ear as she types something into the computer in front of her.

I grip the doorknob, pulling the door open and pasting a smile on my face as I walk inside.

THREE

Ember

I lookup from the ancient computer that I’ve been trying to book the latest reservation into for twenty minutes, to see Weston walk in the door. He smiles at me and I feel my cheeks heat as his good looks hit me all over again. It’s hard to believe that someone could be so handsome.

He steps further into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Did you need something for your cabin, Mr. Xavier?” I ask, trying to be polite, knowing that my mother is in the other room and can hear everything we’re saying.

“No, everything is perfect. Just thought that I would see those pamphlets you mentioned. Maybe get a recommendation for a good restaurant for dinner?” He asks.

I point behind him, to the shelves on the wall where all the pamphlets for the local attractions are.

“As far as dinner, there’s a couple of good places.”

I pull out a paper map and set it on the counter, pulling a pen out and circling the local restaurants.

“Let’s see, there’s The Old Mill, the Local Goat, and JT Hannah’s. These are all along the 411. The Local Goat is up on the north part here.” I say pointing it out and circling it along with where his cabin is and where the other two are.

“The Old Mill and JT Hannah’s are down here on the south side, so a little bit more of a drive but they’re both delicious. Most restaurants are going to be along this road so it really depends on what you’re hungry for.” I finish before handing the map over to him.

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