Free The Bunk Up (The Village People Book 1) by D. H. Sidebottom, Andie M. Long

just get a latte, please?”
    She nods, jotting down my order. “How are you settling in?”
    “Okay. Although it seems I’m sharing the cottage with Mrs Haversham’s son.”
    Sam appears confused for a moment. “Nigel is here?”
    “No. Her other son, Frazer.”
    Her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. “Ohhh.”
    “Ohhh?”
    Her cheeks flush and I narrow my eyes on her. “You two have a past?”
    She giggles and nods. “Long time ago, but yeah, I think everyone in the village has a past with Frazer.”
    Something inside my chest tightens and I force a smile. “Ahh, I see.”
    “Yeah, watch him, Daisy.” She laughs but I can see the heat of memories in her eyes. “He’s quite the charmer.”
    Yeah, so it would appear. Actually I’m being hard on him. Seems as though it was me that had come on to him yesterday, but still, the feeling in the pit of my stomach is both unwanted and unwarranted.
    Sam disappears back into the café to fix my drink and I lean back into the chair and take a look around the square. The pub is bustling, the noise from inside spilling into the square, but apart from that, it’s creepily quiet. Although it’s midmorning, no one is about – well, apart from Frank. I have to wonder what they do for fun around here.
    My eyes move to the pond, the few ducks bobbing about on the surface of the water enjoying the peacefulness of the place. I know I wanted peace and quiet but I also like some excitement now and again.
    Smiling at Sam when she places my drink on the table and leaves me alone again, I pick up the tall glass mug and wander over to the pond. Sitting on the edge, I sigh and place my latte beside me then lean back on my hands and turn my face into the sun. Birds are singing something quite sweet and I have to appreciate the serenity of the place.
    My calm is disturbed suddenly when the pub turns out and the small square is filled with a mass of film crew. Sliding my sunglasses down from the top of my head and over my eyes, I turn my eyes to where I see Frazer talking with a tall blonde. She’s stick thin, big boobs and a face like a duck’s ass, her pouty lips making my lip curl. She laughs, and I’m surprised by the growl that rumbles in my chest when she places her perfectly manicured fingers on Frazer’s thick arm.
    Frazer’s killer smile has me turning away, preferring to stare at a genuine duck’s puckered hole than the Botox bitch. Why the hell I’m jealous is beyond me. We just screwed. We didn’t share anything other than body fluids, and I told him I was going to experience other men. Although he seemed happy with that, I’m not sure if I am. The changed me swore to myself that I had the chance to get out there, experience so much more. More life, more fun, more dick. So why I’m reacting like this over Frazer’s ‘closeness’ to another woman is confusing. I want to practice safe sex with safe men. Lots of men. Well, I tell myself that, anyway.
    “Hey.”
    I look up. A guy is smiling down at me. His thick head of black hair is blocking out the sun and I lift my glasses to get a proper look.
    “Hi,” I reply with a smile. He’s hot. Not as good looking as Frazer, but his smile gives him dimples, and the wicked glint in his chocolate eyes is quite mesmerising.
    “May I?” He gestures to a spot beside me and I nod. “Liam,” he introduces himself with smile, and after I’ve told him my name, he asks, “You live here?”
    “No, just visiting. You?”
    “No, I came for a part in the film.”
    “Oh? Any luck?”
    Shaking his head, he sighs. “Nah, another dude got the part.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry.”
    He shrugs then picks up my coffee and takes a drink. “You don’t mind, do you?”
    It’s a bit late now. “Of course not, although you should know the duck over there gave it some added cream.”
    He splutters noisily and I turn away, again hiding my smile as he sprays coffee all over his jean clad legs. Mighty fine legs, I might add.
    “So, are you