Down for Her
A Riches-to-Rags Steamy Romance
Melissa Chambers
This story is a fictional account derived solely from the author’s imagination. Any similarities to any other situations, stories, persons, or characters is purely coincidental.
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Copyright 2021 Melissa Chambers. All rights reserved.
First Edition March 2021
Edited by Blue Otter Editing
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1. Kylie
2. Brett
3. Kylie
4. Brett
5. Kylie
6. Brett
7. Brett
8. Kylie
9. Brett
10. Kylie
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13. Brett
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34. Kylie
EXCERPT FROM UP FOR SECONDS: DESTINY DUNES BOOK TWO
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Destiny Dunes Series:
Down for Her
Up for Seconds (available for preorder now)
Coming Around (available for preorder now)
Love Along Hwy 30A Series:
Seaside Sweets
Seacrest Sunsets
Seagrove Secrets
WaterColor Wishes
Grayton Beach Dreams
Young Adult titles:
The Summer Before Forever (Before Forever #1)
Falling for Forever (Before Forever #2)
Courting Carlyn (Standalone)
For my mother, who showed me through her example that if you want to try something new, you just do it
1
Kylie
As I open the car door to step into my new life, a wall of heat thrusts itself onto me. I could hold out a cup in this dense Florida humidity for a few minutes and have a full glass of liquid. But the weather is the least complicated obstacle I have to overcome.
As I shoulder the bag that has ridden shotgun beside me since I left Oklahoma yesterday, a guy among some twentysomethings on the porch of the identical housing unit beside the one I’ve been assigned gives a catcall. “Hey, blondie, screw them, come see us. We’ve got beer.”
I wonder what he means by them? I only have one roommate. Val is her name, according to the girl who checked me in at the Destiny Dunes housing office.
As I slip in the key card and step into my new home, the distinct smell of burnt rice assaults my nostrils and turns my grin into a grimace. At least three days’ worth of dirty plates with caked-on goo litter the glass coffee table, and long tube socks drape across the faux-leather recliner. Dang, Val. I’m not the biggest clean freak on the planet, but even I have standards.
Those socks are humongous. A pair of super-sized sneakers topples over one another beside the recliner. Either she’s got really big feet or her boyfriend is here. I hope he’s not an asshole. That’s my cynicism talking. But I have a right to be cynical about men right now.
Val must be home, because I hear the shower running. I start to walk into the kitchen, but something scurrying sends me stumbling backward. Even though I have a total of twenty-four dollars and sixty-four cents to my name, I’ll most definitely be investing a portion of that into some sort of humane mousetrap.
I hear the shower turn off. “Dammit, Val,” comes a guy’s Southern drawl. “If you take my towel one more time, I’m gonna whip your ass.”
I stiffen. If this is Val’s boyfriend, I need to have a talk with her, because he’s an ass.
“I don’t suppose you’ve done any laundry either?” says the guy. Steps sound down the hallway, and then I hear what sounds like the opening of a dryer door. “Empty, of course.” The dryer door closes, and then footsteps come my way. “You were here all damn day and you couldn’t have—” The guy freezes in place as he catches sight of me.
Water drips down a six-pack of abs before my eyes. Words and phrases swirl around my brain, but my tongue doesn’t seem to be working. I try desperately not to look farther south, but it’s like being told not to scratch an itch.
He smooths his wet hair back, the muscles in his forearms and biceps colliding. “Can I help you?”
I look down, because boy, could he.
Bad Kylie. We will be having none of that. I am here to take my glorious job as pool girl and figure out my life. The last thing I need right now is another man. “You could start by putting on some clothes, please.”
He gives me a lopsided grin that takes him from everyday hunk to full-on swoony heartbreaker. “No one’s forcing you to look.” He heads toward the kitchen, giving me a blessed view of two very scrumptious ass cheeks. “If you’re looking for Val, he’s in his bedroom.”
His bedroom? Housing roomed me with a guy? I’m as progressive as the next person, but this seems a bit assuming. I hear the sound of kitchen drawers opening and closing. “Dammit. Are you serious?”
Stepping toward the kitchen, I peek in to find him rubbing a kitchen washcloth over his head and then across his shoulder and down his arm. I jog myself awake from my trance. “And who are you?”
“I’m Brett.”
I look away, feeling busted for staring. “You’re a friend of Val’s?”
“Not at the moment. Ask me later, when I’m dry and this air-conditioning isn’t blowing on my wet ass.”
I rub my temple. “Okay, listen, I don’t mean to be a bitch or anything, but we’re going to have to lay down some ground rules.”
He stops drying his chest and gives me the side-eye. “Ground rules?”
“I’m not sure why Housing has placed me with a man. I’m a forward thinker, so I will learn to get used to that if I must. But what I don’t have to get used to is naked men walking around my home—at least ones who don’t live here.”
He narrows his gaze at me. “Who are you?”
I put my hands on my hips. “I am Val’s new roommate.” I lift my eyebrows in expectation of an apology.
He rests his naked ass against the
