Free The Good Life by Jodie Beau Page B

“I can make this sexy again.” He sounded confident, and he had good reason to. With his gorgeous brown eyes, messy-on-purpose dark hair, a body that spent just enough time at the gym without going overboard and a smile that could bring a girl to her knees, he could make anything sexy. But he didn’t know it, which made him even hotter to me.
    He looked over at me, and I met his eyes for a second. He knew what I was coming over for and the look in his eyes let me know he was ready and willing to give me exactly what I wanted. That look alone was enough to make the moment sexy again.
    “Will you take me home with you?” I asked again, suddenly feeling shy.
    Jake got out of the truck and walked over to my side. He opened my door and met my eyes again, then reached across my waist to unbuckle my seat belt without ever looking away. He put his hands on my hips and turned my body towards him.
    “I’ve been waiting to get this uniform off you all summer,” he said.
    “Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.
    Then he kissed me. And he was right. He could make it sexy again. It was a wonder we even made it into his apartment with clothes on. Hooking up with Jake was something I’d been fantasizing about since I was a teenager, and I was ready to get started right in the truck as not to waste any more time.
    What happened when we did get upstairs to his apartment turned out to be the hottest night of my entire life up to that point. I woke up in the morning thinking he’d give me some blow-off and blame it on the alcohol but instead it turned out to be the hottest morning of my life. And after a few more hours of sleep and some leftover pizza, we went ahead and made it the hottest afternoon of my life, too.
    I intended for it to be a one-time-thing, and that was why I didn’t mention it to anyone. We didn’t really need our coworkers or families trying to interfere. But there’s something about having a secret with someone; it really turns me on. And even though I was still wounded, I needed to have some kind of fun, and he seemed the perfect candidate for a rebound summer fling. I’d known him forever, and I knew for certain he was a good guy and not a total douchebag. I knew my heart was safe with him. I figured if I was going to fall in love with him, I would have already done so sometime in the last fifteen years. That’s why I called him my “safety guy.” The whole point of a safety net was to catch you when you fell. I fell. He caught me. But he wasn’t going to let me fall any further, which was exactly what I needed that summer.
    Jake and I were great together. He was so different from Jim. Jim was a tortured soul who suffered from un-medicated bipolar disorder and needed to be babied all the time. He loved to live dangerously, and I liked to take care of him. I liked feeling needed. Jim was also super jealous and loved dramatic fight scenes so it seemed we were always having make-up sex.
    Compared to that disaster, Jake was a breath of fresh air. There was no drama or jealousy or arguing (unless it was done on purpose, because let’s face it – make up sex is pretty fun). We just liked being around each other. It was really that simple. And we didn’t need to fight to have good sex. Have you ever worked with someone who you were sleeping with? It’s like eight hours of foreplay. And with him living with my brother, and me living with my parents, we really had to get creative to spend time alone, and that put the hotness factor off the charts. We’d sit at the dining room table and have dinner with my parents just fifteen minutes after he’d had his head up my skirt in the garage, and all we could think about was when we’d be alone again. And while I said that first night was the hottest night, it got even better every time. The Summer of Jake and Roxie – it was the best summer of my life.
    We both knew it was just a summer thing. I figured as soon as our families, friends and coworkers found