What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he’s obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor’s dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver…and she always gets her man.In the heat of the summer, the temperature’s not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…
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After what seemed like an eternity, the front door opened and the hottie popped out wearing nothing but low-rise khaki shorts. A bead of sweat trickled from Leilani’s forehead down to her breasts as she watched the two of them talking. Jenna did her thing, flipping her hair around and shaking her C-cups in a way that would have made Tawny Kitaen proud. Leilani groaned. That’s it. He’s done for. No mortal man had ever been able to resist Jenna’s patented shake and jiggle. Leilani held her breath.
But the golden god looked more put-upon than anything. A grin slowly crawled across Leilani’s full lips as Jenna’s face darkened with outrage. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Jenna looked like she was about to spit nails. Jenna started stabbing at Oliver’s bare chest with her inch-long French tip, but the man merely shrugged in a Gallic way and shut the door in her face. Jenna whirled towards Leilani’s porch, her face an unattractive red, and flung her hands in the air as if to say “I give up”. Leilani struggled to keep herself from laughing, but managed it and summoned her friend back to her porch. Jenna made a screeching little noise that Leilani could hear even from her house and kicked the door.
Leilani couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of her mouth as she watched Jenna limping across the yard. She laughed so hard that she was actually hiccupping by the time Jenna made it back to her porch. The blonde stomped up the steps and threw her a death glare that should have been scary, but only made her giggle again.
“Oh God,” Leilani gasped, wiping at her eyes. “That was charming. You should have seen your face when he slammed the door on you.”
“Shut up.” Jenna dropped her weight on the lounger, removed her thong sandals and began to massage her big toe. “That man may be super hot, but you don’t want him, sista. Trust me on this.”
Leilani sat back down on her lounger, adjusting her frilly pink micro-skirt over her thighs. “Umm…is he gay?”
Jenna leveled a look on her. “God no. He’s just… Oh, baby girl, he’s a pig.”
“Why, did he cast aspersions on your character and call you a triflin’ ho?”
Jenna angrily combed her fingers through her hair, twisted it and piled it on top of her head. “No, dummy. He’s a cop.” She shuddered melodramatically. “Ugh, I can’t believe I wasted my shake and jiggle on him. I feel dirty now.”
“How could you tell he’s a cop? Did he flash his badge at you?”
“Oh come on. The haircut, the way he talked, the way he stood… Eww, he even smelled like gun oil and Ivory soap.” Jenna rubbed at her skin as though trying to get rid of dirt that Leilani couldn’t see. “You can have him, girl. He prefers you anyway.”
A cop. Huh. No wonder he is such a hard ass. Trying not to look too interested, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, adjusted her skirt again, and then she asked, “And how do you know that?”
“Girl, who are you fooling? You are totally hot for this man.”
Leilani narrowed her eyes at her friend. “Don’t play games with me. You know I can make you talk.”
“All right, all right. Sheesh.” Jenna smirked and picked up her iced tea, sipping slowly from the Krazy Straw Leilani had stuck in her glass. “So I go up there, knock on the door and ask Mr. Protect and Serve if you and I could take a dip in his pool. I tell him he could join us. I do my patented shake and jiggle. And he throws me this dirty look! I couldn’t believe it. Anyway, he said no and closed the door.”
Leilani gritted her teeth, but forced a smile on her lips. Jenna and her stupid games. When Jenna got the goods, it always took a little bit of arm-twisting to get her to talk. The girl could make a Buddhist monk scream. “And why does that mean he prefers me over you?”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Because he said, and I quote, ‘And you can tell your friend she can stop prancing in front of my house in her little outfits. I’m not buying,’ end quote. Naturally that means he likes you.”
© Dionne Galace
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