Work was crazy. I was juggling about a thousand things related to the flea market’s big event that weekend. I’d thought I had everything arranged when the muscular guys from the local coffee company rolled into my office.

Nate, Ken and Brian were all in shorts and T-shirts, despite the chilly weather. They were loud and boisterous and in good spirits.

“We need a full-size table for Sunday,” Nate said to me as the other guys checked out some fliers posted on the office’s corkboard.

Nate was the biggest, the broadest and the loudest among the boys, but he was also the funniest. My eyes slid along his muscular thighs and up to his handsome face. His hair was a sun-kissed blond at the ends and a deeper dirty blond at the roots.

Dirty blond, indeed. On more than one... Leer Más