good girl and she’ll be fair with you, so try not to judge it too harshly when you first pull up.”
I give him a small smile. “Yes, sir.”
I take the paper, feeling pretty confident that I can find my way, and stuff it into the back pocket of my jeans. I fire up my bike and take the roads as directed, and it takes me only about five minutes to make it the entrance of Willow Acres as labeled by an old, faded green sign with white lettering.
The trailers in the park are much older than I expected—most appearing like something built back in the seventies and not much upkeep done on them since then. It’s clean around the place, no garbage or anything lying around, but everything just looks so worn down. Windows are taped shut with duct tape to fix broken glass panes on a couple of the places, and it makes me think twice about wanting to stay here. It makes me think some seedy characters live here, and I have no desire to live in a crack den.
I wanted to hide, but this place may be too obscure and backwoods even for me.
I make it to the second trailer in the lot. It’s all white with a little plot of flowers surrounding the small patch of Astroturf that’s laid out over the concrete in front of the place. A green-and-white sign matching the one out front hangs by the door and reads Office. I park my bike out front and walk up the small wooden porch steps and knock on the front door.
“Just a minute!” A woman calls as I hear some rustling inside.
The lock on the door clicks and the door opens, revealing one of the most breathtaking women I’ve ever seen. Her long, dark hair falls over her shoulders in soft waves; her makeup is light, revealing her naturally smooth complexion, which causes her green eyes to sparkle. Her V-cut T-shirt and tight-fitting jeans hug her body’s hourglass curves like a glove.
I stand there completely tongue-tied, checking her out from head to toe. It’s not until I take in the expression on her face that I start to worry. Her full pink lips gape open in an O shape as she stares at my face. I pause, suddenly afraid that this place might not be as far out in the sticks as I hoped if she does recognize me.
Instantly, I’m attracted to this woman and I become angry with myself for feeling this way. Now is not the time to be thinking about a woman. I don’t plan on sticking in one place too long, and I’ll be damned if I allow some beauty to get into my head and make me change my plans. If she gets too close and I get too comfortable, I’ll reveal all my secrets to her, and I can’t let that happen.
The best thing I can do is be a complete dick to her and keep things between us strictly business.
She shakes her head as if pulling herself out of a daze before she licks her lips. “Can I help you?”
I pull the sunglasses from my eyes in order to make eye contact with her. “I’m here to see Iris about the trailer for rent? I e-mailed earlier with my number, but I figured I’d take a chance and stop by to see if it was still available?”
“You?” she questions. “You want to move into one of my rentals? Here?”
“Yeah? What of it?” I fire back.
She does a double take of my clothing and then glances out to my bike parked outside of her place. “You just don’t seem like the type.”
I shake my head. “Don’t pretend like you know me or my type. Look, I don’t have all day. Do you have the place or not?”
She flinches at my tone. “I do, but you don’t have to be a complete asshole to me.”
Her eyes narrow, and for a moment I think she’s about to tell me to hit the road for my rudeness, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sighs and shakes her head before reaching to the left of the door, grabbing a set of keys that must’ve been hanging on the wall. “Come on. I’ll show you to the trailer.”
I follow behind her to the blue-and-white trailer next to the office, the very first on the lot. Even though I shouldn’t, I allow my eyes to fixate on the sway of her little round ass in