An old, smoldering passion turns into a Hot Summer Fling. Home from college on summer break, Lily Rios is bored to tears after only a week. Just when she's ready to run back to school early, she reunites with Jack Turner, the one who got away. Back in high school, Lily had let others convince her Jack wasn't the "right" kind of guy: no money, no status and no power. Now that she's grown up and calls her own shots, she discovers just how very right Jack can be — he knows where her lust switch is, and knows how to use it. Their hot, steamy trysts give her mind and body satisfaction she never imagined until startling accusations threaten to tear the lovers apart a second time. 16,127 Words
Release date:
May 1, 2009
Publisher:
Lyrical Press
Print pages:
70
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I had been looking forward to spending part of my summer break before my senior year in college doing little more than hanging out at my hometown country club pool and getting reacquainted with old friends Dana, Tracy, and Leslie. But after a solid week of sitting in our exclusive semi-circle of lounge chairs flanking the pool and listening to Tracy critique and rate the members—everything from their swimsuits and sunglasses to hair and nails—I was bored out of my mind.
“Oh my God. Look at Janelle Canalis. Can you believe she’s wearing that?” Tracy whispered the insult so only we could hear, and we all watched the tall, stick-thin girl, with legs that ran up to her neck, stride toward the diving board. The clothing in question was a simple one-piece with a famous sports company logo slashed across the front.
I released a sigh. “What’s wrong with it?”
Tracy and Leslie gawked at me, their perfectly glossed pouty mouths hanging open in disbelief, as if I had committed the greatest of faux pas. In a way, I had. Sticking up for the fashion-inept was just not done. While in the past I had reveled in my hard-earned reputation for slinging the bitchiest barbs of all, I hadn’t the stomach for it now. Maybe college had opened my mind to new ideas, ways of thinking, lifestyles, people. Maybe I had grown up. Whatever the reason, my traitorous comments weren’t going unnoticed. Tracy looked at Leslie and rolled her eyes, the gesture clearly implying I was the dumbest person on Earth—besides Janelle, that is.
“Leslie, tell her,” she insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Leslie piped in eagerly. “She wore that suit last year, bless her heart.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes at the stupidity of this conversation. “Oh my God! Last year’s suit!” I exclaimed in the same snobby tone. “Let’s drown the bitch.” Dana laughed. The other two obviously didn’t see the humor because they sneered at me, arms across their surgery-enhanced D-cup chests, impatience and intolerance oozing from their perfect, poreless faces.
Tracy sneered. “Well, Lily, I see that you haven’t traded in your Juicy Couture bikini for the blue-light special. So don’t act like you’re oh-so-more evolved than us.”
The pool boy delivering Tracy’s tall, cold drink distracted her attention from me, and she turned her anger on him.
“What is this?” she snapped at the young man.
“Your iced tea.” He spoke quietly, the twinge of fear in his large eyes pulling strings of sympathy from my heart.
“What is your name?”
“Justin.”
“Well, Justin, I ordered iced tea with a PINK parasol. I don’t see a pink parasol in this glass, do you?” When he tried to respond, she turned to us, ignoring him. “Do you see a pink parasol, girls?” Leslie shook her head, but Dana and I were too stunned to comment. Tracy turned back to him. “What are you going to do about this, Justin?”
“Go get you a pink parasol?”
“You will take this drink out of my sight, make me a fresh one, this time with a pink parasol, and return it to me within two minutes or I’ll be talking to Mr. Owens about the poor service at poolside today, and you will be without a job. Do I make myself clear, Justin?”
Justin nodded, took the glass, and scurried back into the building.
“The quality of service has really gone down since Dale Owens took over as president of this club. It never would have happened when my Daddy was president. He wouldn’t have allowed it.”
Dana and I stared at Tracy, our mouths agape. She’d always been full of herself, but this was an all new high for her.
“Don’t you think you came on a bit strong with the poor guy? I mean, it was only a paper umbrella.”
“You can’t let them get away with anything, Dana. Today it’s the parasol. Tomorrow they’ll expect us to serve them.”
“Tracy, it’s not like you to so completely overreact like this.” Ok, I lied. She was the drama queen of the group. But this outburst was over the top even for her. “What’s going on with you?”
“Like you care.” She shot me a dirty look, jumped up, and ran into the building.
“Tracy.” I got up to go after her, but Leslie grabbed my arm. “Was it something I said?” I sat back down.
“Y’all haven’t been . . .
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