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My Hot New Neighbor (SS#4)
My Hot New Neighbor
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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SHORT STORIES, 4
FLORA FERRARI
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
My Hot New Neighbor
Kaylee
I decided to start saving for college by starting my own dog-walking business. I never expected my first customer to be my hot new neighbor...
Christian
I came to this neighborhood for a new start, but now that I’ve found Kaylee, I know that I was brought here by fate. I’m meant to be with her, and I’m going to make her mine...
*insta-everything standalone with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
Chapter One
Kaylee
The sun is shining and it seems like the perfect day to start a new dog walking business. I’ve been really nervous about starting today, fussing over what outfit to wear to make a good impression in the neighborhood, but I’ve finally decided on my yellow sundress and sandals. I want to look good, but reliable. I need this little business to work out if I’m going to save up for my next semester at college.
I’ve been studying art for the past two years, but it’s an expensive course. My parents have helped me out as much as they can, but I still need endless money to pay for my art supplies. That means I need to get my act together and find a way to make money. I figured this way would be the most fun, and I got to make my own fliers to stretch my creative muscles.
The truth is, summer at home is boring. Most of my friends have moved on from this stagnant town, full of middle-class people with ordinary lives and quiet existences. Having a job will actually be a way to get me out of my own boredom. Plus, maybe it’ll be a way for me to meet new people.
I sigh to myself as I set off to start handing out my fliers, walking down the street where I grew up. I guess I had a feeling that this summer would be the one where I’d finally fall in love. I’m turning twenty-one soon, and I’ve never found a man that I’m even remotely interested in. Men my own age just don’t seem to cut it. They flirt and joke around and try their hardest to get your attention, but at the end of the day, they’re immature. They just don’t have anything I want in a man. I want someone strong, someone protective, someone who is going to add something meaningful to my life.
But I guess I won’t find a man like that in my home town.
I head up and down the street, posting my fliers through the doors of my neighbors. As I head back up toward my parent’s house, I glance at our next door neighbor’s house. We’ve yet to see the person who moved in next door last week. I’ve heard their car leaving early in the mornings and coming back late at night. They must be someone very busy, probably driving up to the city for work. But I swear I’ve heard a dog in the house several times, maybe now is the perfect time to introduce myself. I could even walk their dog while they’re out at work.
With my heart pounding hard, I move up the path, noting that the car is in the driveway for once. They must be home. For some reason, I’m overcome with nerves, as though something crazy is about to happen. I knock on the door and try to calm myself down, telling myself I’m being ridiculous.
And then the door opens. And right in front of me stands the man of my dreams. Tall. Muscular body. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark vibe. His eyes fixate on me and I feel like I’m melting right here on the spot.
He’s the one.
Christian
The woman standing in my doorway is a work of art. In her yellow sundress, she glows like the sun, more radiant than anyone I’ve ever laid eyes on before. Her brunette hair hangs low down her back and her dark brown eyes are full of beauty and innocence. One look at her and I can feel my cock standing at attention, rock hard in my pants. She’s at least half my age and yet somehow, impossibly, I know that this woman was made for me.
