rolled out.
“Shit!” The woman cursed and made a weak attempt to contain the chaos.
Chandler rushed over to the other yard and said, “Here, let me help you.” She hunched down and began to round up the spilled items. Once everything was back in the sack, she gathered up the bag and stood.
When the woman noticed Chandler, her lips turned upward into a broad, friendly smile. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” she replied, feeling a bit awestruck. Before her stood a very beautiful raven-haired woman with hypnotic brown eyes and full red lips. As they stood next to one another, Chandler noticed the woman was taller than her by a few inches, and possessed a keen fashion sense. She was dressed in a light-colored tunic over a pair of skin-tight dark denim capris. On her feet she wore flat-heeled sandals that matched the color of her top. From the dark purple polish on her toenails to her make-up and hair, she looked flawless.
“Hello. I’m your new neighbor, Alexandra Doherty.” She held out her free hand, which Chandler accepted. “Everyone calls me Alex. You may as well, if you like.”
Chandler stared at her, feeling like a tongue-tied idiot, unable to respond. When she managed to make her mouth work, her face burned as her shyness overwhelmed her. “Um, I’m Chandler. Chandler Gray.”
Alex appeared intrigued. “Very nice to meet you, Chandler.” She peered into her eyes for a minute or two before her gaze drifted downward. She took her time, making it seem obvious as she took in Chandler’s body.
Her boldness surprised Chandler, but she found herself unable to move. When Alex shifted her focus to their joined hands, Chandler felt her stomach flip. A mischievous expression filled Alex’s face as she looked back up into Chandler’s eyes.
Chandler remained frozen in place until she felt the soft caress of Alex’s thumb on the back of her hand. Experiencing the initial stirrings of arousal, Chandler panicked and let go of Alex’s hand as she took a step backward.
Feeling embarrassed and a bit perplexed, Chandler shuffled from foot to foot, but couldn’t seem to look away from Alex. It was as if the woman had some unseen power over her.
“Would you like some help taking your things inside?” Chandler offered, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt. “I mean, I’d be more than happy to help.”
“Yes, thank you. That would be great.” Alex gestured to the car. “There’s another sack on the backseat if you wouldn’t mind grabbing it for me.”
“Sure, no problem.”
After Chandler gathered up the other bag, she followed Alex to the front door of her home. She tended to get quieter when she became nervous, but Chandler found herself unable to stop talking as she stood next to Alex. Never before had anyone affected her like this. It was very confusing, to say the least. “I understand you’re from New York.”
“That’s correct.” Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. She selected one and put it inside the door lock. “Until recently, I was living in Brooklyn, but I was born and raised in Manhattan. This is the first time I’ve lived away from New York, at least when it didn’t have anything to do with a shoot.”
“Castleton is a bit different from New York.”
When Alex got the door unlocked and opened, she said, “I’m counting on that.”
Chandler waited until Alex went inside. She tried not to gawk at her surroundings as she followed Alex through the remodeled house. She didn’t know what she expected the inside of the house to look like, but her imagination didn’t compare to how it appeared. Hardwood floors, modern furnishings and fresh painted walls. This house looked like Alex had managed to transport a hunk of New York City. It was all style and sophistication, very much befitting its owner.
Once they were inside the kitchen, Alex showed Chandler where to put the sacks.
“Would you like something to drink?” Alex offered as she set the
“Shit!” The woman cursed and made a weak attempt to contain the chaos.
Chandler rushed over to the other yard and said, “Here, let me help you.” She hunched down and began to round up the spilled items. Once everything was back in the sack, she gathered up the bag and stood.
When the woman noticed Chandler, her lips turned upward into a broad, friendly smile. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” she replied, feeling a bit awestruck. Before her stood a very beautiful raven-haired woman with hypnotic brown eyes and full red lips. As they stood next to one another, Chandler noticed the woman was taller than her by a few inches, and possessed a keen fashion sense. She was dressed in a light-colored tunic over a pair of skin-tight dark denim capris. On her feet she wore flat-heeled sandals that matched the color of her top. From the dark purple polish on her toenails to her make-up and hair, she looked flawless.
“Hello. I’m your new neighbor, Alexandra Doherty.” She held out her free hand, which Chandler accepted. “Everyone calls me Alex. You may as well, if you like.”
Chandler stared at her, feeling like a tongue-tied idiot, unable to respond. When she managed to make her mouth work, her face burned as her shyness overwhelmed her. “Um, I’m Chandler. Chandler Gray.”
Alex appeared intrigued. “Very nice to meet you, Chandler.” She peered into her eyes for a minute or two before her gaze drifted downward. She took her time, making it seem obvious as she took in Chandler’s body.
Her boldness surprised Chandler, but she found herself unable to move. When Alex shifted her focus to their joined hands, Chandler felt her stomach flip. A mischievous expression filled Alex’s face as she looked back up into Chandler’s eyes.
Chandler remained frozen in place until she felt the soft caress of Alex’s thumb on the back of her hand. Experiencing the initial stirrings of arousal, Chandler panicked and let go of Alex’s hand as she took a step backward.
Feeling embarrassed and a bit perplexed, Chandler shuffled from foot to foot, but couldn’t seem to look away from Alex. It was as if the woman had some unseen power over her.
“Would you like some help taking your things inside?” Chandler offered, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt. “I mean, I’d be more than happy to help.”
“Yes, thank you. That would be great.” Alex gestured to the car. “There’s another sack on the backseat if you wouldn’t mind grabbing it for me.”
“Sure, no problem.”
After Chandler gathered up the other bag, she followed Alex to the front door of her home. She tended to get quieter when she became nervous, but Chandler found herself unable to stop talking as she stood next to Alex. Never before had anyone affected her like this. It was very confusing, to say the least. “I understand you’re from New York.”
“That’s correct.” Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. She selected one and put it inside the door lock. “Until recently, I was living in Brooklyn, but I was born and raised in Manhattan. This is the first time I’ve lived away from New York, at least when it didn’t have anything to do with a shoot.”
“Castleton is a bit different from New York.”
When Alex got the door unlocked and opened, she said, “I’m counting on that.”
Chandler waited until Alex went inside. She tried not to gawk at her surroundings as she followed Alex through the remodeled house. She didn’t know what she expected the inside of the house to look like, but her imagination didn’t compare to how it appeared. Hardwood floors, modern furnishings and fresh painted walls. This house looked like Alex had managed to transport a hunk of New York City. It was all style and sophistication, very much befitting its owner.
Once they were inside the kitchen, Alex showed Chandler where to put the sacks.
“Would you like something to drink?” Alex offered as she set the