A Special Summer(5)

He still remembered how her pretty brown eyes moistened from tears ready to spill. How the stunned expression blanket her face as he spewed painful words. The worse was how her petite frame trembled as she made her way to her front door.

Over the past five months he often thought about Summer. Wondered what she was doing, mostly late at night when he was alone. Gazing out of the plane’s window into the dark night sky his mind wandered to the first time he laid eyes on her. He’d noticed her the moment she’d entered the ballroom.

Summer was exquisite in a bronze gown that made her light complexion glow. Nick studied her face that barely had any makeup applied to it. Her eyes were a medium brown framed by naturally arched thick brows. Eyelashes so long they nearly touched her cheeks whenever she blinked. High cheekbones, a small nose, and full perfectly shaped lips complimented her beautiful face. Lips, Nick told himself he could kiss all night.

A woman’s hair was always a complete turn on for Nick, Most of that night he kept his hands deep in his pockets to keep from running his fingers through her thick, black waist length mane. Usually he was attracted to taller women; they had to stand at least five-eight in their stocking feet. . Summer’s height was only about five-five, accentuated by three-inch heels.

Although she was petite, she had nice breasts, not too small, yet not too large, just the right size to fit in his palms. A tiny waist that flowed into round feminine hips and a nice firm behind that could stop traffic on Broad Street during rush hour.

What intrigued Nick the most was Summer’s oblivious nature to how she unintentionally caused male heads to turn as she strutted by. The girl had no idea whatsoever she was a real live walking brick house, au natural, no artificial parts. Nick was even amused that other women in the room were envious of her beauty with the exception of the two women who accompanied her. “Humph, now she knows all that’s not her hair.” Said one woman, while her friend commented, “Mmm hmm, that weave must of set her back a few pennies.” Ignoring the snide comments, he studied the trio. Nick found each of them beautiful; however, there was something special about the petite beauty which drew his attention.

Nick smiled to himself remembering the encounter that gave him the opportunity to meet Summer.

From across the room he watched as she refused dance after dance from would be suitors. Nick was pleased when she literally ran into him causing him to splash his drink down her cleavage. Temptation told him to wedge his tongue between her breasts to remove every drop. Logic ruled and instead he opted to offer his handkerchief.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity for Summer to come out of the ladies’ room. While waiting he was approached by a woman who decided to mosey on over and strike up a conversation. He attempted to be polite as the woman chattered on and on about nothing.

Nick wasn’t the least bit interested as his eyes darted from the entrance of the ladies’

room back to the cosmetically enhanced nuisance jutting out her fake boobs.

Nick knew it was rude to abruptly end the conversation. However, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by Summer’s beauty as she timidly made her way toward him. The graceful sway of a woman’s hips had never aroused him as it did that night as he watched her movement. Without a choice, his body on its own volition set itself into motion, meeting her halfway, closing the distance between them.

Being so close to Summer again for the second time that night had him fully captivated. This one is different. Nick was an expert when it came to women. She was rare in some sort of way, which meant she’d be a challenge. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, ready to do whatever, wherever, but not this one. She’d actually attempted to flee his presence the moment she returned his handkerchief. If he hadn’t been so eager to know who she was, Summer would have made her escape. Nick could still hear the softness of her voice. “My name is Summer Jackson.”

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Restlessly, Nick shifted in his seat as he told himself he had to see Summer soon. He felt she at least deserved an apology for hurting her the way he had.

The more he thought about her over the past five months it became clear to him that Summer was in love with him. It was evident in all the special little things she’d do for him.

Things she didn’t have to do, things she wasn’t obligated to do, like making sure his dry cleaning was sent out and picked up. Sensing he had a trying day she’d bring him a double scotch, sit in his lap, loosen his tie and delicately place kisses at the base of his throat, relaxing him, and evaporating the stress away. Or she would simply listen intently as he went on and on about whatever was on his mind at the time.