A Taste of Spring

Coming to his house probably wasn't the best idea. Summer realized that as she moved through the beautiful residence. When the taxi service pulled up in front of a house on the outskirts of the city versus an apartment, she almost instructed him to turn around and take her back home. But running away wasn't going to solve her sister's, broken heart.

But...she felt all sorts of uncomfortable inside Fallon's home. She knew he wasn't married but he could live with his woman, and her showing up could be viewed as something it wasn't.

She found Fallon sitting on the edge of his sofa, no doubt ready to force her to leave. When he noticed her, he stood? She spoke before he could. "I'm sorry for barging in here but," she forced her shoulders back and stared him directly in the eyes, "you have to fix it. Springy is heartbroken over Dez and I don't like it."

"Is she heartbroken over Dez or that her payday will never come?"

Summer growled as she moved forward. She had every intention of slapping the stupid off his smug dumb face but stopped inches away. Her hitting him might satisfy her, but it wouldn't fix Spring and Dez.

She sat down on the sofa and sighed. "Springy isn't like me. She's good and sweet. She believes in love and romance. Dez wasn't her payday. He was her happily ever after." Summer looked up at Fallon.

"And I'm supposed to believe that. You sell yourselves to whoever can afford you and I'm supposed to believe that Dez has changed her."

Summer hung her head. "Not Springy. I said she's not like me." She rubbed her hands together. Lying never meant a thing but admitting lies always made her nervous. "I got sick with the flu. I was the one you hired, not Springy. Going out with Dez was her helping me out. It's just that when we met, you were so damn rude and judgmental that I let you believe that she was an escort...when she really isn't."

Summer, whoever you are, you can't

She doesn't work for Shush Escorts. Think-it was my picture you chose, not hers. She's not

of the sofa sank, signaling to her that he sat down beside her. Summer tilted her head to see him. He looked perplexed

would you let me believe she was

do doesn't make me a whore or a bad person, but in your mind, I am both and a whole lot more. You don't even know me. Didn't your

as hurt crossed over Fallon's face but he quickly hid it. Just like he quickly hid the guilty expression Summer saw earlier.

He sat back, his hands on his

doesn't matter. What matters is that

him, huh?"

head. "I'd say

both shivered and blew out a sigh.

chuckled as he got to his feet, "then I'll have to fix

but it did. As she followed Fallon to the door, she picked up the keys she threw at his head earlier. Good thing she was shit at throwing. "Sorry about trying