His Curvy Fascination

<p><strong style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)><em>Andre</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>Was there more to life than love? I sure as hell hoped so since love had evaded me so far. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>Maybe it was better to stop looking for love and enjoy the scorching hot looks from my small town's newest supposed resident. Living at the local Inn? Not likely. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>But who was I to judge? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>And who was I to complain when the tempting stuffy curvy stunner stared at me from her bedroom window? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>I stripped off my shirt and smirked when she realized I caught her watching. Run and hide? I expected that. What I didn't expect was for her to come out and steal my sweaty shirt and pull it over her head. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>Then insist I invite her out if I wanted it back. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>It was just a shirt but she was definitely not just a woman. She was secrets and temptation and fascination. And I was not strong enough to resist. </span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)><em>Joelle</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>He's not the man for me. He's all sweaty and muscled and nothing like the man I was supposed to marry. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>The one buried deep in my mother on my wedding day. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>What the hell did I know about what I wanted? I spent my entire life listening to my mother. Letting her make decisions for me. What to wear who to date my degree my job my fiancé. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>No more. She betrayed me. I ran away from my own wedding ignoring their pleas and insults. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(50 50 51 0.75)>I wasn't a small town woman. I wasn't sticking around. But maybe the gardener with the glistening tempting abs who caught me watching him is exactly the person I need help me figure out who I was. </span></p>