UseMe by Ann Cory Read Free Book Online

Chapter One
     
    Cal Sheppard wiped sweat from his forehead. The sweltering
summer heat burned his lungs with each breath. He surveyed the mess of boxes
cluttering the garage. In another week his furniture would arrive and he’d feel
officially moved in. The neighborhood, from what he’d scoped out, suited him.
More importantly, the cost of living here fit his budget. The house still
needed a fresh coat of paint and a few minor repairs, but he specialized in
fixing things up. Best of all, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his house
to an angry ex-wife.
    From the cooler he snatched an ice-cold beer and pressed the
glass against his face. The old, clunky fan from inside the garage squeaked
with each oscillation. He took another swig and shook his head at the mess he
had to tackle. Where to start? His earlier burst of motivation had melted with
the heat.
    Cal considered heading inside to hook up the cable. Maybe
he’d plop down in the recliner—his only piece of furniture right now—and watch
sports. Only the tools he needed were still packed away. The cable would have
to wait.
    Across the street, the garage door to the two-story ivory
house opened. A gorgeous dark-haired twentysomething stepped out, her body
moving to the driving beat of classic rock blaring from the radio.
    Cal took a long, slow drink of beer and drank in her sweet
perfection.
    Shapely sun-kissed legs peeked out from short, frayed denim
shorts, hugging her hips tight. She unzipped a white hoodie and tossed it,
along with a pair of sandals, inside the sleek silver Porsche in the driveway.
When she straightened, the bright pink bikini top displayed her lush, round
breasts.
    Christ. Her curves were criminal.
    He’d glimpsed her a few times since he’d moved in. From what
he’d gathered, she liked to drive fast, looked phenomenal in shades, and wore
her clothes short and tight. Her voluptuous form in a miniskirt and skintight
tank top had helped seal the deal on his buying the house. He’d been staring at
the contract in his hand, warring with uncertainties when she’d pulled up in
her car. A woman who appreciated fine cars was a rare find. But it was the
sight of her tan, lithe legs as she climbed out from the car that sent his head
spinning. And god help him, the rest of her came into view soon after. Some
people preferred a view of trees. Others preferred a water view. He preferred
the view of a smoking-hot babe. To the Realtor’s delight, he’d signed on the
line.
    The dark-haired beauty disappeared into the garage to the
count of two pulses and returned with a bucket and sponge. He couldn’t tear his
gaze from her breasts and how they bobbled with each step. So round and, he
imagined, soft.
    “Afternoon,” she called out and waved a hand toward him.
    Embarrassed to be caught staring, Cal raised his hand but
kept his mouth shut. Way to go. At least he hadn’t started drooling. He
needed to find a distraction. Perhaps open a few boxes, organize some tools.
How long had he been staring at her anyway? He still was, and damn if he could
help it.
    Miss Long and Lean Legs dragged a watering hose from the
side of the house and attached a nozzle. Before he could busy himself with
something, anything, she set the hose down and headed over to him.
    Her provocative walk made it difficult to keep his level of
vision trained above her chin. Those baubles ready to burst from her bikini top
were mesmerizing. He hoped she didn’t plan to slap his face and tell him to
fuck off, call him a dirty old man. Granted, he was only thirty-seven, not
quite a dinosaur, but she might not like being ogled.
    She stopped about an inch in front of him and smiled,
showcasing cute dimples in both cheeks.
    “I’ve been meaning to come over and say hi,” she said and
held out her hand. “I’m Sabrina.”
    “Cal.” His breath quickened at the touch of her warm, soft
hand.
    “So you’re the new owner,” she said with a nod to his house.
“Glad to see someone