On steamy, hot summer days, the parched soil cracks like ice into jagged lines resembling lightning blowing up the midnight sky. Summer craves to be quenched and begs to feel the invigorating shower that only rain can douse. It takes what it can get...
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Summer has breezed her way into my life and has captured my heart. Is it love? I don't have a damn clue. Am I in lust with Summer? Hell, yeah. No denying that I can't get enough of her body. Just the thought of her smooth skin and voluptuous curves in my capable hands has me hardening.
Shit, I have a meeting in five minutes. Calm the hell down, Rain. That's the thing; whenever I think of Summer, my body reacts this way. I walk around quite a bit with a semi-hard on most of the day.
This foreign feeling has me petrified. I like and don't like the control that Summer has over me. She has no clue. After that night, when she wanted to know what this was between us, she's never brought it up again.
That's another thing that I love, no, like about Summer. Jeez, Rain, quit throwing that word around. It's dangerous and not who I am. Is it who I want to be?
See, this is what I am talking about; Summer is not pushy, clingy, or demanding. These are the main characteristics that have kept me from ever getting serious with a woman. I seriously can't handle that shit.
Summer is entirely different. She makes me question everything about myself in a good way. She has me speculating who I am and who I want to be. I want to be a better man for her because that woman deserves the world. I find myself wanting to give it to her. Unfortunately, I'm the one not worthy of her.
She amused me with her jealousy a couple of weeks back. There's absolutely no reason for her to be jealous. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm so used to women behaving that way around me that I don't even notice it. I'm flirty by nature, and it's served me well in my line of business and charming the ladies into my bed.
My desk phone buzzes. It's Willa, my secretary. Willa has been with me since I moved here five years ago to run the Harrisburg office. She's several years older than me, but still very attractive. She's in her late thirties and has been married for fifteen years. Her twin thirteen-year-old boys drive her out of her mind. I told her more than once that she should write a book based on their shenanigans.
I pick up my line. "Yes, Willa?"
"Mr. Yen had to switch today's meeting time from 3:30 to 5:00. You did not have anything on your schedule, so I adjusted it. He apologizes for the last-minute change, especially on a Friday night."
