January (Calendar Girl #1) Read Online Free

was small and seemed secluded. Only one car sat in the parking lot on the chilly Monday morning. Probably because normal people were at work at eight a.m. on a weekday. I didn’t know what to think about meeting my date here, but I wasn’t altogether upset about it. The view was incredible, the beach breathtaking. The blue waves rushed against the beach in white clouds that burst into nothing as the waves hit the sand. This was actually one of the few times I’d been to the beach since I moved here six months ago. Most of my time has been spent trying to break into the acting world. The location didn’t matter. I just needed to get the hell out of the desert. The ocean reminded me of the opposite of the dry Vegas heat and was comforting in its own way because of the contrast.
     
    A lone figure was out in the water surfing. I watched the person take on each wave like a professional, dipping the long yellow board to match the waves. I scanned the beach but didn’t see anyone else. No other cars dotted the parking lot aside from the one Jeep and my bike. Maybe he wasn’t here yet?
     
    I watched the surfer for a few more moments as he rode a wave all the way to the edge of the sand. He hopped off as if the board delicately drove him to the shore. Must have been surfing for a long time with that level of balance and strength. Maybe he even instructed here at this beach, although I didn’t see a building of any kind on the bare expanse of land. The man shook his hair and detached a strap connected to the board from his ankle. I couldn’t see his features from this distance. As if in slow motion, the surfer looked over in my direction. He couldn’t see me because I was still wearing my helmet. I flipped up the visor to get a better look and watched as he unzipped his wetsuit and revealed a massive amount of very wet, thick, tanned muscles. He pulled out each arm and let the wetsuit hang from his waist as he lifted his board in one arm and made his way up the beach at a trot.
     
    In complete and utter fascination, I watched his body move up the landscape. The surfer was a feast for the eyes. Brought a whole new meaning to the phrase “eye candy.” He continued to come closer, each square pec and toned ab more visible as he got closer. The sexy swath of skin that dipped in making a delectable V had dots of sand and ocean water mingling together. Made me wonder what it would taste like. Salty from the ocean with hints of his natural flavor.
     
    Warmth filled my body as he made his way up the stairs to the landing. My ears started to pound and it felt as if the sound of the ocean was making a roaring, wobbling noise inside the confined space of my helmet. It was like when you have all the windows in a car closed and someone opens one. You are instantly flooded with that warped sound that permeates your ear like a physical thing, pounding against your eardrum.
     
    Slowly, I tugged my helmet off, flung my neck back allowing my hair to whip and tumble out, free from the tight confines. I sucked in a deep breath as the man I’d been waiting for stopped at the top of the steps and stared. His stare was…intense, lustful. Fat drops of water from his hair dripped onto his broad shoulders and down over a chest that could have been chiseled by the gods.
     
    He eyed me from my boots up my legs to my chest before finally meeting my gaze. “How pleasantly unexpected,” he grinned.
     
    “Yeah, unexpected.” I licked suddenly dry lips and bit down. He moved gracefully as he walked over to the grey 4 x 4 Jeep Wrangler. It wasn’t an expensive car though it looked to be in good enough condition. It didn’t have a top, which, I imagined, was why the owner could toss a giant surfboard in the back without any trouble. Were those things light? I didn’t think so, but he made it look like it weighed nothing. The muscles in his arms tensed and tugged as he positioned the board just so, sending a flurry of excitement tingling along