Indian Summer

By Laura Steele

When Penny meets a waitress while on a business trip, she knows exactly what she wants—even if the girl isn't on the menu. What can dark beauty Asha say? After all, the customer is always right!

This story contains graphic depictions of girls getting naughty with each other and includes very explicit language. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen. Intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Constantine
• Release date: Apr 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301787586

Laura Steele

When not writing, Laura Steele is either reading what she's just written or thinking about writing something else. Occasionally she stops for food and sleep. She also writes contemporary romance as Jasmine Welles and sweet, old-fashioned romance novels under another pen name. Writing is her true passion...so to speak.

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Indian Summer

Laura Steele

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Indian Summer

Penny forced herself to close the binder and set it on the seat beside her. It would be a crime to pay more attention to her work than her dinner right now; she hardly ever got the chance to enjoy a meal out, but she was determined to make this trip different than all the rest. She took another bite of the tikka masala. Delicious, she thought, savoring the tender, smoky chicken.

She tore a piece of naan and dipped it in the sauce. As she chewed, she looked around the place. The food was the highlight of the place, since the décor wasn’t going to win any awards. The restaurant was decorated with generic paintings of landscapes that could have been anywhere, still lifes of fruit, and dusty plants. Only the Bollywood posters hanging behind the cash register gave any indication that it was an Indian restaurant.

Aside from the staff, of course. Penny turned her head and saw her waitress heading toward her. The girl must have been about twenty-one, with jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back, perfectly bronzed skin, and eyes so shockingly green that Penny found it hard to look away.

How is everything?

For some reason Penny felt herself flush