The California Kid

By Trip Dalton

Can a stripper raising a child alone, find love? Can a millionaire love a stripper? Read this book and find out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trip Dalton
• Release date: Jan 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310892813

Trip Dalton

I started writing in 2000 right after I bought my first computer. 14 years later I still type with two fingers, but I've gotten faster! Most of my work is adult erotica, but I have written a few mainstream adventure stories. I do my own editing, and my own covers, so please excuse any blaring mistakes I've made. I graduated high school in 1982, and I sucked at English back then, so what I know now, I taught myself. I have hundreds of stories, so little by little, day by day, I will edit and upload them. I hope you find something you enjoy, thanks for stopping by! Trip Dalton

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The California Kid

By Trip Dalton

Published by Trip Dalton at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Trip Dalton

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Author’s note, all characters in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter One

Timothy Cole was a self-made man, and when the economy took a dive in the early part of 2008 he thanked his lucky stars he’d sold his business and invested in gold. It left him with enough money to live out the rest of his life with little or no worries.

He thought he had the world by the short hairs, until his soon to-be wife decided he wasn’t the man she’d wanted after all. Tim wasn’t the social type, and Ronda had become somewhat of a socialite over the last few years. The more he wanted to stay in, the more she wanted to go out. He’d envisioned children and she’d envisioned clothes and jewelry. He’d tried to keep up, but it was a no win situation for him. She left him with the help of a new boyfriend, which really drove the knife deep into his heart.

It had been just over a year since Ronda had left the week before his 25th birthday. He figured this would always be a shitty week in his life, and when the $12,000 dollar refrigerator took a crap, he started laughing. He called the service center and they assured him a repairman would be out before the end of the day. Maria the live in housekeeper assured him she would oversee the repairs, as well as moving most of the refrigerator’s contents to the two units in the back of the house.

Tim went about his day, hoping to shrug off the bad feeling he had about his birthday. He hopped in the Lamborghini Gallardo and headed for the marina figuring he could get some cleaning done on his 48 foot racing yacht before the weekend. He’d named the boat Money Hungry because it ended up costing him triple the original estimates. He’d overseen almost every step of her design and building, and while Ronda hadn’t cared much for the water, she’d tolerated his obsession for the most part.

He finished cleaning the deck and cabin quicker than he’d expected, and returned home around 3:30 in the afternoon. He was day dreaming as he rounded the large island in the kitchen headed for the refrigerator planning to drink a pina colada Sobe. He almost stepped on the repair person who was flat on her back with her arm under the unit.

She was wearing navy blue cargo shorts and a company t-shirt that fit rather tight to her trim stomach and ample chest. Her knees were up and spread slightly, and he could easily see her bright pink underwear through her open pant leg. He had almost stumbled and stepped back grabbing the counter to steady his balance. The woman never looked up she just started explaining that the installers had crushed the condenser coil and that the entire unit would need to be pulled out and a new coil would need to be installed.

…and no, I have no idea how soon I can have it fixed…

I…wasn’t going to ask, I just forgot it was broken and was going after a drink. I’m sorry I interrupted your work.

Tim couldn’t stop staring at her, and for the first time since Ronda had left, he felt attracted to someone. She caught him staring as she removed her arm from the small area under the unit, and smiled as she leaned up and climbed to her feet.

Sorry I got snappy like that, it’s been a long day and it seems like we never work fast enough to make our customers happy.

Well trust me I’m not going to harass you about it. Take as much time as you need, I have two more refrigerators in the back of the house.

I’ll be back tomorrow to pull the unit forward and remove the damaged coil and replace it.

He walked her to the door and watched her climb in the company van and drive out the gate and on to the public street. He realized his actions and got embarrassed, even though there wasn’t anyone watching him. He returned to the kitchen and stared at the spot on the floor where she’d be working. After a few minutes he realized he was day dreaming about her and shook it off before walking to the garage behind the house. He planned on working only a little while on his street rod before dinner, but once he got his hands dirty, he decided to stick with it for another few hours.

The 1932 Ford coupé was in a couple hundred pieces at the moment. The body was on a steel rack, and the frame was sitting on jack stands. He likened the project to building a model. Every part was brand new, or freshly painted and ready for assembly. He installed the fuel lines in the frame rail, and then attached it to the polished aluminum fuel tank and once it was finished, he called it a night.

Maria fixed him a roast beef sandwich on sourdough bread and brought it to him in his office. He relaxed in his oversized desk chair and went through his email while he ate. It wasn’t long before his mind wandered back to the repair woman he’d met earlier. He couldn’t help but think about the view he’d had up her pant leg, and he got the chills when the picture filled his mind. He took his plate to the kitchen and headed straight to the shower in his bathroom for a cool dousing to clear his mind.

The next day he decided to Oversee the repair himself, and Maria smiled at him with a knowing look as he explained his change of plans. She told him she understood, but the grin on her face said much more than her simple words. Tim challenged her with a flushed face, knowing she could see through his simple ruse.

The repair woman arrived at 9:30 sharp and he met her at the door once he’d let her through the gate at the front of the long driveway. This time he introduced himself, and learned her name was Chase. He found her name just as fascinating as the rest of her, and couldn’t help but follow her to the kitchen where she started pulling his oversized refrigerator out into the kitchen away from the wall.

He helped her move the unit to a more open area in the kitchen so she had more room to work. When he tried starting a conversation with her it was slow going. She seemed intent on getting her work done as quickly as possible. The problem was the more Tim studied her, the more he wanted to know more about her. She had long hair, which was almost black in color, and the deepest green eyes he’d ever seen. Her legs were tan and had a shine to them that matched the rest of her skin. She almost glowed, or at least that’s what Tim would have said, if asked to describe her.

Two hours later she was using a small vacuüm compressor to suck down the system before charging it with coolant again. He watched intently as she worked, and noticed a small drop of sweat as it ran down her chest and vanished between her breasts. Again he felt a shiver run through his body as he pictured where the small droplet had ended up.

She hooked her laptop up to the unit and after a five-minute diagnostic test, told him the circuit board was bad and needed to be replaced. It was only stocked in the LA location, but she could have it installed the next day. He was almost overjoyed that she would be returning for a third time, and she gave him a slight cockeyed stare when she realized he was excited for her to return.

The next day seemed like it would never arrive, and Tim only got around 4 hours sleep that night. He realized he was obsessing over her, but he couldn’t help it. She arrived just after noon, explaining the part had been sent FedEx to her repair center location and the truck was late.

Around 1:30 she had the unit fixed and back in its original location. Tim signed the repair slip and handed her 250 dollars as a tip. She tried refusing but he insisted so she slipped it in her pocket reluctantly. He walked her to her van which brought another look of surprise until he asked her to lunch. She explained it was against policy, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. She agreed to meet him the next day in downtown Santa Barbara at a little bistro he really liked.

Tim was on top of the world for the rest of the day, but the next day it all went to shit again. She never showed up, and he realized she’d just agreed to lunch in order to get away from him. He knew he’d been a little overbearing, but she had his number, she could have just called him. He wrote it off as a screw up on his part and went about his life. Well at least he tried too, but a week later he still couldn’t think about much other than Chase the repair woman.

He finally decided he would stop by the repair center to confront her about ditching him and their lunch date. He was met with resistance at the repair center, which was actually quite normal. He knew they wouldn’t give him any information on one of their employees, but he still tried.

As he approached his Lamborghini Gallardo, an older repair technician got his attention and once they were