Page 46 of Hot Summer Nights

His fingers brush mine and sparks shoot from my fingertips, up my arm. I jerk my arm back when I hear the creak of my mother’s chair from the back room. I clear my throat, looking anywhere but at him.

“Well, maybe you would like to join me for dinner. Show me around town a bit?” He asks.

My mother clears her throat behind me, finally emerging from the back room.

“Mr. Xavier.” She says with fake cheer, shooting me a glare as she passes me and stands at the counter.

“Everything in the cabin to your liking?” She asks when neither of us says anything.

“Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you.” He says, looking between us.

I know that he can feel the tension between us but he doesn’t comment on it. He stands there and I realize that he’s waiting for my answer.

“I can’t tonight, Mr. Xavier, but thank you for the kind offer.” I say weakly as my mother stands guard between us.

His eyes dart between us again and he nods slowly.

“Maybe some other time.” He says.

I make some noncommittal noise in my throat as he backs out of the office. I stare after him longingly for a second. Once he’s out of sight, I turn back to my mother, warily. I know what’s coming.

“Try to keep your legs closed, you dirty slut. Can’t have you trying to sleep with every guest who comes through this place. We’re running a cabin rental place, not a whore house.”

With those biting words, she turns and heads back into her room, settling down into her chair with a creak. I blink back tears. I don’t know why her words still hurt me. I know that what she says isn’t true but it still stings every time she talks to me like that.

I work for the next few hours before I quit for the day. I need to get out of here, I think as I head to our small cabin. I change into some clean clothes before I grab the keys to my car and head into town.

FOUR

Weston

I leave the cramped office,trying to figure out what that weird tension was about between Ember and her mom. I thought for sure she was going to take me up on my dinner offer but then her mom walked out and it was like Ember shut down.

I make it back to my cozy cabin, unlocking the door and settling on the couch as I scroll through my phone. I return emails and texts for an hour before my stomach starts to rumble and I pull the map of restaurants out of my back pocket.

I remember the way that Ember’s eyes lit up when she talked about JT Hannah’s and I decide to try that place for dinner. Maybe I can bring her back a dessert and talk to her again. I swipe my keys off the kitchen counter and head for my car. The fifteen-minute drive to JT’s passes by quickly and I try to take in as much of the town and sights as I can. I meet with the developer’s tomorrow morning and I want to have a good idea of the layout of the town.

I pull into a parking spot in front of the restaurant and am making my way to the door when I see a familiar head of red hair.

“Ember?” I call and her head whips in my direction.

She stops and waits for me and I can see her eyes running up and down my body. She’s practically devouring me with the way she’s checking me out.I knew she was interested in me, I think as I feel my cock grow stiff in my pants. I try to adjust myself discreetly as I walk between two parked cars but it does little to hide how excited I am to see her.

She’s changed out of her cutoff shorts and loose-fitting shirt into a pair of dark skinny jeans and a plaid button-down with the sleeves rolled up. My eyes take in the way the buttons strain over her full tits. It looks like if she takes a deep breath they might pop off and I instantly try to picture what color her nipples are. Her hair is out of the ponytail and hangs halfway down her back. My fingers itch to tangle themselves in all of those red curls and I have to curl my hands into fists to stop myself from doing just that.

“Funny running into you here.” I say with a smile as I walk up to her.

“When I mentioned it to you earlier it had me craving their roast beef.” She says with a laugh.

“Is your mom here?” I ask, looking around but I don’t see the woman anywhere.

“No. It’s just me.”

“Did you want to eat dinner with me?” I ask hopefully.

Her eyes dart around like she’s looking for someone.

“Um, sure.” She says finally, turning back to me with that million-dollar smile.

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