In my new book, Love Beyond the Curve, Charlotte lives in the renovated carriage house behind Reed’s home in the historic district of Memphis.  The two are becoming good friends as they help each other out as neighbors.  One day Charlotte offers to wash his car while she’s washing her own.  Here’s what happens….

SNEAK PEEK CHAPTER FROM LBC:

Charlotte woke up around 1:00, and felt like she had slept late for her usual routine.  She ate a bowl of cereal and drank a cup of coffee, then proceeded to get ready to wash her car.  She donned a pair of cut-offs and a white tank top to accomplish the task.  She gathered her car washing supplies and went downstairs to begin the task, hoping to get a little sun in the process.  She drove the car closer to the outdoor faucet and hose and began wetting it down.  Soon, she was slathering it with soap, stretching and bending as she worked her way around it.  She was finishing the tires when she heard someone say, “You can do mine next.”

Reed had walked out onto the porch and was propped in the doorway, sipping his own cup of coffee.  He had been at the sink when he had noticed the activity.  He stood there watching as she bent to wash the bumper, giving him a full view of her full hips and lush thighs.  When she began to scrub the tires, she had turned and was leaning down with a brush to remove the grime.  Every time she moved the brush back and forth, her breasts, which were in plain view, moved back and forth as well.  He was starting to feel something like a peeping tom, so he walked outside to speak to her.

“Pull it on over and I will.  I may as well.  I’ve got all the stuff right here.  I’m serious, Reed,” she said looking up from the last tire she was cleaning.

“Then I’ll be starting a tab with all my debts I owe.  The jump-off and now a car wash?  You’ll have me over a barrel before you know it!”  He laughed as he walked on over to where she was working.

“I promise to go easy on you, Mr. Jackson.  I really am not a scorekeeper anyway.  Bring the truck and Range Rover over here and you can help.  How about that?”  She sauntered on over to him with her hands on her hips.  She was breathing deeply from the activity.  Her breasts rose with each breath, screaming out to Reed to look at them.

“Okay, I’ll go get the keys.”

Charlotte moved her car back to its parking space, and went to mix together some fresh car wash cleaning solution.  Reed came back out, and they began to wash the cars together.  It didn’t take long to finish washing the work truck, so Charlotte jumped in and moved it back to its place under the carport.  She began soaping down the Range Rover as Reed wet it with the hose.  They had almost finished the tires when Charlotte stood up and said, “It’s hotter than an oven out here today.”

Suddenly, Reed, who was standing on the other side of the SUV, hit her in the back with a stream of cool water from the hose he was holding in his hand.

“Did that help?” he asked innocently as he began to try to walk away from her as she rounded the car to his side.

“Give that to me!  Payback is hell, Jackson!”  She growled at him through clenched teeth.  She tried to reach for the hose, but he kept spraying her with it, soaking her more and more in the process.

“Okay, you win this time, but I will get you when you least expect it!” She pointed a finger at him and glared at him through narrowed eyes.  She walked away and resumed the work on the tires.

“I’m shaking in my boots, Hamilton,” he said as he walked over and turned off the water at the faucet.  When he stood up, Charlotte was running up to him with the bucket of soapy water, about to throw it on him.

“Oh, no you don’t!” he yelled as he ran around the truck, catching up with her and grabbing her around the waist so she couldn’t turn around to throw it on him.

“I am not one of those fussy little women you may be used to, Jackson.  I’ve never been afraid to get a little dirty!” she said as she lifted the bucket and dumped the water over both of their heads, soaking them to the skin.

“Shit, girl!” he yelped, wiping his face with his hand, then pulling his drenched shirt over his head and throwing it down as he glared at Charlotte who was standing there equally drenched, her breasts completely visible through the wet tank top.

Charlotte was momentarily dazed by the view now presented by a shirtless Reed.  His shoulders were broad and thickly muscled, with biceps that flexed as he shook the excess water from his arms.  Water trickled down the ripped muscles of his torso, over a tight six-pack.  His faded jeans hung low at his waist.  Dark hair covered his wide chest and made Charlotte want to run her fingers through it, traveling right down the trail that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans.   She became distinctly aware of a throbbing sensation between her legs, compliments of her visceral reaction to Reed’s body.

“That’s ‘Miss’ Shit Girl to you!”  She recovered her senses and dropped the bucket to run from him.  She headed toward the stairs to her place, and had almost reached them when she was grabbed around the waist and swung around by two very strong hands.  Reed had her by the back belt loop of her cut offs, and was dragging her backwards as he marched determinedly toward the clean car.

“All right, “Miss Shit Girl”, let’s see how you like the way this feels.  After all, what was that you said a few moments ago about payback?”  He was practically snarling as he began to turn on the faucet again.

“What are you doing, Reed?  At least let me see your method of payback before it hits me.”   Charlotte tried to seem nonchalant, trying to make him see how much he didn’t bother her.

“Okay, Sassy, as you wish.” He turned her around and promptly stuffed the hose down the front of her cut-offs, with the water running full force.

She gasped at the shock of the cold water hitting her hot skin without warning.  Both of them looked down to watch the front of her shorts darken as the water soaked them and poured down her long, tanned legs.

“Well, now, what do you have to say about that?”  Reed stepped back, putting his hands on his hips with a look of triumph on his face.

Not one to be outdone, Charlotte pulled the hose out of her pants and tossed it aside on the ground.  She put a sultry smile on her face and walked up to Reed, who was still smirking at her, loving every minute of her discomfort.  He was shocked when she placed a single fingertip on his bare chest and slid it down to the waistband of his jeans.  She proceeded to slide all four fingers inside the waistband and grasp it, jerking him up against her saying, “I’d say you have succeeded in making me thoroughly wet, Reed Jackson,”

She let go of his waistband, causing him to have to take a step backward to keep his balance, and walked away to the stairs, looking back over her shoulder at a slack-jawed Reed.

Drop back by in a few hours for another excerpt from Love Beyond the Curve, and another holiday recipe!