Heat Wave: A Novella

Temperatures are shooting sky-high, but Faye Arnell doesn't need a weatherman to tell her it's about to get hotter than hell.
Four months ago, I moved from New York to California, and my life changed for the better. Beautiful weather -- most of the time -- and a job I love. Life is perfect.
There's just one little thing. Well, a big thing, actually. I can't stop fantasizing about my neighbor.
Ben is tall -- like, really tall. His beautiful eyes and lickable skin have me hypnotized. And don't even get me started on his dimple. It's as if he was made to drive me crazy.
The walls are thin. Paper-thin. Accidentally-on-purpose-overhearing-him-having-great-sex thin.
I've got it bad enough on a regular day, but this heat has me crawling out of my skin, restless and desperate. My hormone-fueled, vibrator-assisted fantasies aren't exactly helping me cope.
And now he's at my door.
Things are about to get sticky.