HALLOWEEN NEXT DOOR
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 78
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Halloween Next Door
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
HALLOWEEN NEXT DOOR
Halloween next door gets interesting when my dad’s best friend invites me to his Halloween party.
Not only is this possessive professor my next-door neighbor at college, but he’s also my next-door neighbor from the small town where we’re from.
But this is the first time my dad’s best friend isn’t next door to my dad…only his best friend’s daughter.
But when a surprise visitor shows up in an unexpected costume, will my perfect professor disguise his desire for me or will he show everyone for the first time, not just the neighbors and his Halloween guests, that I’m his Pumpkin and not just a neighbor?
And will he make me his sweet treat every day of the year or will he tell my dad it was just a Halloween trick, making me think all men are devious devils…forever?
*Halloween Next Door is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Penelope
October 29th
My heart thumped wildly in my chest.
Am I finally going to do this?
“Are you okay, Penelope?” Amber, my “little” from Big Brothers Big Sisters asks.
“Uh huh,” I say, not able to take my eyes off the very faintest of light coming through his front windows. He must be in the back of his house, doing his best to avoid getting caught up in the Halloween holiday.
“Why are you squeezing my hand so hard then?” Amber asks.
It takes me a second to process her comment. “Oh my gosh, honey. I’m so sorry,” I say, squatting to her eye level to apologize.
“It’s okay,” she says and I give my little eight-year-old friend a big hug. “Are we done trick or treating for tonight?”
My eyes wander next door, where I have my apartment off-campus, and back to his front door, and finally to Amber’s gigantic plastic pumpkin that’s overloaded with chocolate, candy corn, and enough sweets to last a kid at least a couple of years…which happens to be the length of time I’ve been fantasizing about the kind of treat that I want for myself.
Bishop.
And there�
��s no time to wait any longer.
“You want to try one more house?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says and I stand up straight realizing Halloween may be two more days away but I’m already feeling terrified of how this might go down.
“Okay, here we go,” I say as we slowly leave the sidewalk and walk up the path to his front door.
CHAPTER 2
Bishop
“Doesn't anyone pay attention in my classes?” I say as I read another essay that misses the main parts of my lecture by a country mile.
Ding-dong!
“And doesn’t anyone pay attention to the fact that my front light is off?” I say not even caring that I’m talking to myself.
My first thought is to ignore the doorbell and pour myself a second glass of bourbon, which sounds very relaxing, but what doesn’t sound relaxing is cleaning up a smashed mailbox in the morning if some boys from the university think I’m not home and decide to start smashing it up with a baseball bat or a neighbor’s pumpkin.
My bare feet move across the parquet floor and I quickly consider if I should put on something more than the navy blue sweatpant shorts and white V-neck I’m currently wearing, but considering these “guests” are uninvited, and ones I’m going to see off my front step quickly, I shelf the idea.
But the second I swing open the door an entirely different idea overtakes me.
Every muscle in my body tenses as my eyes pour over her body like that smooth bourbon would have rolled over my lips.
But this is better…much, much better.
Even with a skintight red spandex superhero costume on.
Even with a black mask painted on her face.
Even with a yellow and black superhero symbol on her chest, which has grown much bigger since the last time I saw her.
I know exactly who this is.
“Penelope,” I say.
“Hi Mr. Boudreaux,” she says. “I’m supposed to be Elastigirl.”
“You’re supposed to be…” I pause as my mind immediately thinks of all the ways I’d like to bend her if she’s as elastic as she says she is. “Elastic Girl. Of course,” I say having no idea what in the heck she’s talking about, but frankly I don’t care. All I care about is her and how incredible she looks.
“And this little cutie is Edna Mode,” she says.
I look down at the little girl in the oversized Coke bottle glasses and black dress and try to pull myself together in the presence of this child.
“Hi Edna Mode,” I say extending my hand.
“Hello Mr. Boudreaux. Nice to meet you,” she says as her little hand takes mine and she shakes it and then does a little curtsey.
My mind is spinning right now.
What’s Penelope doing here?
How did she find me?
When did she grow up?
I haven’t seen her at all in the two years since I left our small little town and moved on to become a university professor here in New Orleans. And apparently there’s more to see of her these days.
Good lord.
Her reddish brown hair that was sleek and straight and halfway down her back appears to be gone. It’s a different shade and cut high, or maybe it’s just the lack of light. Or is that a wig that goes with her costume?
And she went from a rail thin beanpole to a woman with hips. When did she get those curves?
And the curve in her hips isn’t the only one I’m doing my best not to ogle at. That tight red spandex suit is hugging her form like my motorcycle hugs a sharp turn. And she doesn’t have to turn around for me to see she’s got a curve to her backside too…one I want to slap my hand down on hard feeling it jiggle as I knead it in my hand like a baker and his dough.
And how about that yellow superhero logo that draws my eye right to her very developed chest?
Did she knock on my door just to show me she’s turned into an absolute knockout?
And if I keep staring at her I’m going to need some time alone in the shower the second she’s gone to knockout something else, as in the pain quickly shooting through my balls.
“Let me get you some candy,” I say, taking a step back and trying to keep my mind from thinking about how sweet Penelope must taste. “Please, come in,” I say.
Penelope goes to take a step, but little Edna Mode just stands there.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Penelope said we shouldn’t enter a stranger’s house.”
“I’m not a stranger,” I say, but Edna Mode doesn’t budge.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, realizing a quick second to myself is better anyways. I make it to the kitchen where my forearm finds the bar and my head finds my forearm.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before grabbing a shot glass and quickly filling it with bourbon and tipping the whole thing back.
I’ve never been unable to catch my breath like this in my life. I’m never out of breath like this even after a hard workout…one where I push truck tires up hills or do sprints for an hour straight with only fifteen second breaks in-between.
I just had a physical last week. I’m thirty-eight now and as a man approaches forty apparently things start to break down.
But right now I’m very apparently up.
I open my eyes and see the very clear erection you can’t miss trying to pierce my shorts. Damn, I can’t go back out there like this.
I run into my bedroom and grab a pair of compression shorts. I take off my shorts and slide on the compression shorts, trying to press my erection up against my stomach. It’s so damn hard it’s already pointing straight up.
Perfect.
I slide the shorts back on and then hike them up high.
I run back into the kitchen and find some junk food.
“I shouldn’t be eating this stuff anyways,” I say to myself.
“Everything okay in there?” Penelope calls out from the front door.
“Yeah. Be right there,” I say.
I grab a couple candy bars from the fridge and head back to the door, and the woman who’s completely showed up out of nowhere and turned my world upside down.
“Here ya go,” I say to the little girl, dropping a Snickers into her bucket.
“And this is for you,” I say handing the other candy bar to Penelope before I realize what it is.
“Thanks I’ve never had a…whoa,” she says as she reads the label. “A ten-inch white chocolate bar,” she says.
“Amazing these concepts that Toblerone is coming up with all the time,” I say trying not to think of the ten-inch bar that’s a lot more like steel and a lot less like chocolate that twitches underneath my underwear and two pairs of shorts at her words.
“Thank you, Mr. Boudreaux,” little Edna Mode says.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I say. I don’t think I’ve ever called a kid, or anyone, that in my life. But there’s just something about seeing this little girl standing there with one hand in Penelope’s that makes me think about what it would be like for us to have our own kid one day.
I chase the thought from my mind quickly, but it comes right back.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Boudreaux,” Penelope says.
“Nice to see you too,” I say, the most obvious understatement of my lifetime. But oh do I want to see a lot more of her…with that costume off. “Are you going to be in town for awhile?” No way is this conversation going to end without me getting her number.
She smiles and then the cutest little giggle escapes her lips.
Sweetheart. Cutest little giggle. What in the hell’s wrong with me? These feminine words have suddenly entered my mind completely out of nowhere.
And sweetheart and cute are the last things on my mind when it comes to my thoughts of Penelope right now.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen such a perfect woman before in my entire life.
I don’t know what it is, but I do know I need to see her again as soon as possible…and alone.
“Yeah,
you could say that,” she laughs. “I live really close.”
“How close are we talking?”
Her body pivots slightly and she points to the apartment building right next to my house.
“Next door.”
CHAPTER 3
Penelope
The second I got accepted to Tulane last spring I started looking at Zillow trying to find Bishop’s house.
And the second I did I started looking for rentals close by.
And I sure did luck out when I found one right next door.
I was sure we’d “accidentally” bump into each other in the first few weeks, but it’s been just over two months since the semester started so I had to take matters in my own hands.
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