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I decided to continue to share bits and pieces of the story, but this time without the constraints of six sentences! Follow me for the next few weeks for extended scenes if you will....So let's jump to it!
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Ebony Campbell went out with her girlfriends with the intention of finding a man worthy enough of her time to have a summer fling. Good conversation and sex. How hard could that be? Little did she know, the man who stepped up to the challenge would be a blond haired bass player in a band. She thought her attempts to discourage him worked...or did they?
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I decided to continue to share bits and pieces of the story, but this time without the constraints of six sentences! Follow me for the next few weeks for extended scenes if you will....So let's jump to it!
If you haven't read the full first chapter, click the link so you can catch up!
Ebony Campbell went out with her girlfriends with the intention of finding a man worthy enough of her time to have a summer fling. Good conversation and sex. How hard could that be? Little did she know, the man who stepped up to the challenge would be a blond haired bass player in a band. She thought her attempts to discourage him worked...or did they?
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The two-story house had a decent
sized yard. There were a few large shade trees in the front. A quick assessment
showed the roots shouldn't get in the way of the lawnmower blades. My height
allowed me to peer over the high, wooden gate of the backyard. It was less than
half the size of the front. We’d be able to knock it out in no time.
Peter and Dylan were out of the
truck when I returned, so we went over the game plan. We’d just wrapped up when
a car pulled into the driveway. I exhaled deeply before turning back to fill
the weed whacker with gasoline. Our drive would not be a waste of time.
I heard the slam of a car door,
followed by the opening of another. Light footsteps crunched on loose gravel in
the driveway as my customer approached. I turned to introduce myself in full
customer-service mode.
I paused; thankful my customer’s
attention focused elsewhere, and quickly shut my mouth. It was Ebony, the woman
from the club.
Her attention appeared to be on
something in her purse as she walked my way, so she hadn't seen me yet.
She was not dressed as she was
Saturday night. Her hair wasn't flowing over her shoulders, tempting my fingers
to get lost in its waves. Her legs were not bare, nor did she wear a skin
tight, short dress, showing off shapely calf muscles, as she had the other
evening. Instead, she wore a baggy shirt over pants with some kind of printed
design, something like standard medical wear. She wore her hair in a ponytail,
and her feet were in tennis shoes. She struggled to balance an armful of books
of various sizes and a book bag over her shoulder.
Ebony was still sexy as hell.
“I’m glad you haven’t got started
yet. My roommate called me at the last minute and told me you were coming. I
don’t have any cash on me. Do you take checks or−?” Her voice faltered when she
saw me. “Brian? What are you doing here?”
I caught a hint of fire in her eyes
and something else. Maybe guilt for not meeting me in VIP?
“I’m here to cut your grass.” I
screwed the top back on the gas can, fighting the urge to laugh at the irony of
the situation.
Play
it cool. I was not about to let her know how disappointed I’d been sitting
alone. What happened a few nights ago had nothing to do with the money she was
about to put in my pocket.
“I thought you were a musician.”
I pulled goggles and gloves out of
the driver’s side door pocket. “I am, but it doesn't pay the bills just yet.
This is my day job.”
Ebony’s eyes traveled to the truck
and my cousins before settling back on me.
“This is my business,” I added,
watching her thin eyebrows arch.
Since I hadn't questioned her about
the VIP incident, she seemed to relax. The sound of a lawnmower cranking up
broke the awkward silence.
“Well, I’ll get out of your way.”
She backed away from the truck and headed for her house.
It dawned on me I did not answer
her question regarding the form of payment. At least it would give me something
to talk about when we were done.
Saturday night, Ebony disappeared
like Cinderella, without leaving a hint of a glass slipper. Now, barely two
days later, I found where she lived. What were the chances? This was fate.
I took the opportunity to
appreciate every inch of her hidden under baggy clothes. The image of her in
the black form-fitting dress revealing every curvy inch of her body had haunted
my dreams.
Outside the club, in natural light,
Ebony did not disappoint. Her almond shaped eyes were a rich shade of brown,
dark and mysterious. She wore no makeup on her caramel skin, and her lips were
naked, with no hint of gloss.
I chuckled when she finally got her
front door unlocked. It appeared she’d run into some trouble with her key.
Flustered perhaps?
I hoped so. With a little luck, I
just might have a chance to get her to talk to me about more than grass.
MJ
