The Wives of Beverly Row 5: Lust Has a New Address Read Online Free PDF

and it wasn’t right for her to be thinking about anyone else.
    “Want something to drink?” Matt said.
    She looked over at him and gasped in surprise. He was just pulling off his dusty shirt, revealing to her a chest and arms that were so perfectly formed, so perfectly muscular, that she thought she might faint right then and there. God, he looked perfect. His tanned flesh glistened with sweat in the dusty sunlight of the room. He looked like some Roman statue, perfectly formed in every single way. He was nothing like Hank. He was tall, strong, and healthy looking. The curly hairs on his chest almost seemed to be teasing her, beckoning her toward him as if he were some dangerous trap and she was the intended victim.
    She looked away.
    Matt went out to his truck and came back with two ice cold cokes. He handed one to Veronica and she couldn’t help admiring his chest, the muscles in his arms, the perfect little nipples on his rocky pectoral muscles.
    “Thank you,” she managed to say.
    “My pleasure.”
    A long silence followed.
    “How’d you manage to keep them so cold,” she said, desperately searching for words to fill the silence.
    “I have a cooler in the truck,” he said.
    She nodded. “Smart,” she said.
    He smiled at her.
    Veronica was finding it hard to breathe. She felt as if all the blood in her body was flowing straight to her head. She thought she might faint.
    “Are you alright?” Matt said. He reached out and held her by the arm, supporting her.
    “I’m fine,” Veronica said. “I just need to sit down.”
    Matt walked her over to his toolbox and she sat down on it to catch her breath.
    “You look flushed,” he said.
    “I think I overdid it with the manual labor,” she said smiling.
    She opened the top three buttons on her shirt. She knew that she was revealing a lot of cleavage to Matt but she told herself it was because she was feeling so faint. She needed the air. She looked up at him. He was standing above her, looking down at her. She was sure she caught him eyeing her cleavage, trying to see as far as he could down her loose-fitting shirt.
    She took in a deep breath and pushed her chest forward as far as she could, accentuating her breasts. What the hell was she doing? She looked at him again and she again caught him eyeing her voluptuous breasts.
    She had him. She knew she had him. If she wanted him all she had to do was make a move. It would be so simple. Who knew where it would lead? Who knew what was possible for her life? All she had to do was make a move.
    She looked up at Matt’s perfectly formed chest, his abdominal muscles were like two rows of rounded stones. She longed to reach up and touch them.
    Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Matt spoke. “Veronica, I can’t do this anymore,” he said.
    Veronica was shocked when she heard the words come from him. His voice sounded sad but determined. She looked up at him. He was looking down at her, the sweat on his firm body glistening as if he was made of ice. She kept her chest forward, creating as much of a view down the front of her shirt as possible. What was she doing ?
    “What?” she said. She heard her own voice break as she said it. What was he saying? She’d die if she lost his friendship.
    “It’s just too hard,” Matt said.
    “What is?”
    “Being in love with you,” he said.
    She heard the words as if they were bells ringing from a cathedral. They seemed to fill the entire room and echo around it.
    “What?” she said.
    “You know I’m in love with you, don’t you?” he said.
    She was silent for a minute. She tried not to think, not to let her mind run in a million different directions. She tried to focus only on the here and now, only on herself and Matt, alone in that room.
    “I’m in love with you too,” she said.
    A flash of joy crossed Matt’s face but only for a second.
    “I know you don’t want to be unfaithful to your husband,” he said. “I know you love him.”
    “Not like I love