Paul never expected his lazy summer to take such a turn. When the infamous Valerie Mansfield—his neighbor, the fiery red-haired trophy wife with curves that could break a man—showed up at his house, frustration in her emerald eyes and a broken laptop in hand, he knew this wasn’t just another favor.
Her husband, rich, older, and indifferent, had barely spared her a glance before jetting off for another two-week business trip. Left alone, Valerie turned to Paul—the bright, young computer whiz down the street.
What started as a simple fix soon became something more. The stolen glances, the teasing smirks, the lingering tension thick enough to cut. Paul had fantasized about her for years, but now, with her standing so close, her scent intoxicating, her gaze daring… he wasn’t sure if this was just another errand or the beginning of something dangerously real.