and she turned to watch as a 911 flew into the driveway next door. It seemed as if her neighbors had arrived, she thought with a frown. So much for solitude in which to happily brood and wallow in her misery.
Victoria felt the blood rush to her face as she watched Mr. Hottie himself slide from the black Porsche and stretch his impressive frame. Oh, holy crap ! You have got to be kidding!
He pulled the sunglasses from his face and caught her gaze, giving her a grin that just about stopped her heart right there in her chest. Damn it all to hell!
“Afternoon, neighbor,” he called; the deep baritone of his voice slithering across her body and instantly making her shiver despite the un-Godly heat and humidity in the air.
Victoria glared at him a moment before standing and making her way silently inside. She knew that she was being rude, but at that precise moment in time, she just couldn’t have cared less. Screw him!
Something about the man affected her in a way that she was far from comfortable with and she decided it would be best if she just avoided him altogether while she was here. She cringed as she cursed her bad luck. What in the hell else could go wrong?
Victoria spent the next three days holed up in the house like a damn hermit. Whenever she tried to go out and sit out on the deck or go for a run, she found Mr. Hottie sitting out on his, just staring over in her direction…and it was beginning to frustrate the ever loving hell out of her. He would see her, flash that perfect smile of his, and a nod… and she would slink away like a frightened little rabbit. What in the good God was wrong with her? She didn’t run! She faced her adversaries head on. Why was it then that this arrogant fool rattled her so?
By the end of the third day, she found that she just couldn’t take it any longer. Her self-imposed exile was excruciating and she needed to get out. She needed to release some of the pent-up energy that had accumulated over the past few days of her isolation before it came to a boil and exploded like a nuclear bomb.
Victoria dug around in one of the suitcases that she hadn’t even bothered to unpack yet and quickly slipped into one of the many, many bikinis that she had been talked into purchasing.
She glanced at the clock and realized with a start that it was already just a little after midnight. Oh well, she thought with an irritated huff. Hopefully by now, Mr. Hottie had turned in for the night and wouldn’t be lurking out on his deck like some sort of creeper. Or better yet, maybe he had gone out somewhere for a little entertainment. Now, that would be perfect!
As soon as she stepped from the house, her eyes instantly swept over to the deck next door, and she expelled a soft sigh of relief when she saw nothing but a dark, quiet house. Yes! There was a God after all!
She headed down to the beach with a renewed spring in her step and unceremoniously dove into the glorious water without a moments hesitation.
Needing to expel some of her pent-up energy, she swam as hard and as fast as she could; relishing in the gentle ache of her muscles as she did. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, the warm ocean water was a much welcomed relief as it wrapped itself around her body. The water was amazing and the exercise was just what she needed after being stagnant for days on end. Victoria absolutely detested sitting around and she definitely couldn’t take the chance of getting soft merely because she was avoiding her damned neighbor!
She let herself go and lost herself to the wonderful calm that was enveloping her. And…it was amazing. It was as if she had fallen into a whole other world of an almost spiritual peace and it was soothing her taught nerves like nothing ever had before.
When she was sure that she had gone out far enough, she reluctantly decided that it was time to head back; feeling much more relaxed than she had in months.
She grinned as she dove back under the water, the