A Taste of Spring

The man huffed something under his breath but moved aside. Spring unlocked the door then moved aside as Summer shoved into the room. Spring only had a second to jump away as the door whipped in inches away from her face and slammed into the wall.

Summer moved her eyes over Spring. Relief glowed in her hazel eyes before heat filled them. Her angry gaze sliced into the man. "Who the hell are you and what is your damage, dragging my baby sister into the men's bathroom?"

Spring whirled around, taking in the room, but there was nothing in the space to indicate that it was a designated bathroom. Except for the silhouette of a man on the door.

"Oh." Spring scrunched up her nose. (Yuck.) But wow, a public bathroom inside a mansion.

The man turned to Spring then to Summer. Spring noticed that he focused on her sister longer.

"I'm her client," he whispered. Then he moved past Summer, bumping her out of the way. He took hold of the bathroom door, stuck his head out, looked both ways, then shut and locked it.

Summer walked over and stood by Spring. "That," she pointed at the man accusingly, "is Dezmond?" Her tone was one of disbelief and derision. "The stud you couldn't keep your hands off of." Summer glared at him. "He's an ass."

the closed door then folded his arms over his chest. "My name is Fallon. I procured the services for my friend." He then pinned Spring with a pleading look.

spun to face Fallon. She put her hands on her hips then stomped her heeled foot. "And

ceiling. He let out an exasperating

her shoulders. "Proud to be...," her right hand flew up in the

to guess, she'd say he ground his jaw when irritated. And he was visibly irritated. An attractive man, he was tall, dark skinned, and very handsome. To Spring, he looked as

how attractive Fallon was, by the way, she stood with her breasts

some kind of client clause," Fallon said, pushing past Summer, this time making certain he didn't touch her. He stood in front of Spring and rubbed his temple as he closed his eyes. When he

"You people," Summer hissed.

Spring questioned as she looked around the imposing man to her sister. When Summer didn't respond right off, Spring raised her

have a privacy clause," Summer huffed reluctantly. She walked around Fallon to stand by Spring. "So be gone...your dirty