Summer Lovin': Fun for the Holiday's

SUMMER LOVIN’

by

J. Sterling

SUMMER LOVIN’

Copyright © 2022 by J. Sterling

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Other Books by J. Sterling

Bitter Rivals- an enemies to lovers romance

Dear Heart, I Hate You

10 Years Later- A Second Chance Romance

In Dreams – a new adult college romance

Chance Encounters- a coming of age story

The Game Series

The Perfect Game - Book One

The Game Changer - Book Two

The Sweetest Game - Book Three

The Other Game (Dean Carter) – Book Four

The Playboy Serial

Avoiding the Playboy- Episode #1

Resisting the Playboy- Episode #2

Wanting the Playboy- Episode #3

The Celebrity Series

Seeing Stars- Madison & Walker

Breaking Stars- Paige & Tatum

Losing Stars- Quinn & Ryson

The Fisher Brothers Series

No Bad Days – a New Adult, Second Chance Romance

Guy Hater – an Emotional Love Story

Adios Pantalones – a Single Mom Romance

Happy Ending

The Boys of Baseball

(the next generation of fullton state baseball players):

The Ninth Inning – Cole Anders

Behind the Plate- Chance Carter

Safe at First – Mac Davies

Fun for the Holidays

(a collection of stand-alone novels with holiday based themes)

Kissing my Co-worker

Dumped for Valentine’s

My Week with the Prince

Spring’s Second Chance

Summer Lovin’

Falling for the Boss

Table of Contents

Other Books by J. Sterling

I DON’T DATE CLIENTS

THIS MIGHT WORK OUT IN MY FAVOR

HE WAS GOING TO BE A HARD ONE

DAMN GOOD AT HER JOB

HOUSE-HUNTING

HOT WOMEN TRAVEL IN PACKS

I’M IN TROUBLE

BART, THE ULTIMATE WINGMAN

TWO WEEKS WITHOUT CREW

SEXY TEXTING

FORCING THE ISSUE

SO F’N EGOTISTICAL

HE’S HOME

THAT’S HOW YOU KILL A MAN

WHEN CONTRACTS END

JOINT ACCOUNT

MY BEST SEASON YET

DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING

EPILOGUE

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About the Author

I DON’T DATE CLIENTS

SUMMER

Staring at the folder on my desk, I sorted through the paperwork, reading his name for the hundredth time in bold lettering on the top. Crew Maxwell. He was my latest client, due to walk through my office door any moment now. For some reason, I was anxious. And I was never anxious when meeting for a new job. Always professional, unaffected by fame, I was damn good at what I did.

When I was only twenty, I’d started my career as a personal assistant for celebrities before deciding that having my entire life revolve around someone else’s wasn’t all that appealing. My time never belonged to me. My own existence was always on the back burner, forced to take a seat and be quiet. So, when my best friend and real estate goddess, Seline, told me about a pro baseball player who needed help getting his life in order once he relocated here after being traded, I agreed to help him.

But only temporarily.

I’d learned pretty quickly that professional athletes were given basic information from the front office once they were sent to a new team, but other than that, they were completely on their own. There was no one dedicated to helping them find a place to live or get them situated in any way other than maybe a plane ticket and, if they were lucky, a hotel reservation.

If the guy had a wife or a girlfriend, that kind of thing fell onto her shoulders. And even then, the women sometimes tended to be too overwhelmed to even know where to start. For the single guys, they had absolutely no help. And if they were traded in the middle of a season, they also had no time.

That was where I came in—Summer Brady, short-term relocation specialist for professional athletes.

I’d been doing this exclusively for the past five years. I had yet to hire any staff because, truthfully, I’d been too scared to choose the wrong person and have it all blow up in my face. Basically meaning, I needed to impose a no falling for or sleeping with the client rule and have it actually stick.

Some of these guys were relentless, not used to taking no for an answer, and could be ridiculously charming. Not to mention the fact that just their profession alone made them incredibly alluring. Anyone who worked for me needed to be able to resist them on a daily basis. As long as I was a corporation of one, my actions, my behavior, and my ability to stick to my guns when all I wanted to do was drop my damn panties and get fucked on the floor sometimes was all within my control.

That wasn’t to say I’d never been tempted or I hadn’t almost stopped my new business before it even began when I slept with that anonymous pro baseball player I first helped. He had been constant in his pursuit of me, flirting nonstop, and eventually convinced me that he meant all the pretty things that he’d been saying. Obviously, there was a part of me that enjoyed being wanted by him, and I actually saw us having a future together. And once our contract ended, like a fool, I slept with him.

And never heard from him again.

I had been slightly devastated.

But I was nothing if not a quick learner.

My business, my reputation, and my success were more important to me than getting dicked by a pro baller. And I meant that in more ways than one. A lot of the professional athletes that I’d met over the years were cocky, arrogant, cheating pricks. I witnessed firsthand how they played the women in their lives, and I vowed to never become a fool for one ... again.

Professional athletes could not be trusted. It was basically my motto, the only way I’d survived in this business for as long as I had. And even though Crew Maxwell was supposedly still single at the ripe old age of twenty-nine, had never been married, hadn’t fathered any children—that anyone knew about—he definitely wasn’t innocent. Crew had a reputation for being a player on and off the field. Typical, right? A habitual dater, he always had a woman on his arm. That man was never alone.

Until now.

Recently traded to LA’s football team, he was set to be our new starting quarterback in the fall. A trade that had taken everyone by complete surprise, myself included. No one had even remotely suspected that the team was planning on getting rid of our current QB, so when it was announced, it sent the front office scrambling and the local press into a frenzy. Apparently, no one had been tipped off, which was almost unheard of in this industry and this town.

Snitches were everywhere, scooping stories before they were set to go public, always one step ahead. It was hard to keep a secret in LA, but the Crew Maxwell trade was one for the books. I hadn’t been prepared for it. For him, his reputation, and what I assumed would be a nightmare job to work on as soon as the team called and let me know they’d given him my contact information. Crew struck me as the type of guy who was used to getting what he wanted, no matter what it was. I wondered for a moment if anyone had ever told him no.

No sooner did the question enter my mind than the six-foot-four tanned god knocked on the side of my door before stepping inside. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged the curves of his muscles, accentuating every single one of them. His dirt-brown hair was tucked neatly behind a backward baseball cap, and I wanted to ask him if he knew what a backward hat did to a woman, but I knew instinctively that he did. Crew knew exactly what he was doing and just how to do it. I tried to pull it together but got distracted by the deep shade of green of his eyes.

I had known the man was sexy. I’d seen him all over the tabloids and in that People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive edition, but it was nothing like seeing him up close and in person.

Good God, life wasn’t fair. No one should look that good without a filter.

Summer? he asked, his Southern accent filling the room as he said