No Shirt, No Shoes...Big Problem
Chapter 7: Surfin’ U.S.A. Excerpt
She nodded, focusing on waxing her board so she wouldn’t be tempted to look at him again. Rey knew Ben was attractive. His towering height, paired with the dark waves of his hair, checked off some rather important boxes on her perfect boyfriend checklist. Add in his shy blushing, the eight-pack he was sporting and it was like winning the fantasy lottery.
Despite their disastrous first meeting, she had immediately found him handsome. Seeing him lathered up in greasy sunscreen, like some sort of suggestive summer ad, only reminded her of that fact.
“Dr. Kalonia thinks I’m more than qualified, as soon as I brush up on the new state codes,” Ben continued. “As long as I pass their background check and drug test, I can start in as early as two weeks.”
Rey nodded again, carefully coating her board. She was singularly focused on it, as though her life depended on it...well not her life, but certainly her sanity.
Which was rapidly unraveling, the longer he went without his shirt on.
Ben running through the surf, glistening with salty sea spray. Ben carrying her surfboard and her back to to the Jeep. Ben removing his board shorts and—
A hand came to rest on her shoulder. “Rey?”
She hadn’t heard his question, lost in her thoughts, each one more inappropriate than the last.
“What?” She jumped, as she glanced up into Ben’s eyes.
“Are you okay?”
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