Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“It involved a dragon and cakes.”
“I don’t want to know about it.” I giggle when his face drops in shock.
“You’re mean.”
“I’m female.”
He looks me up and down. “I don’t know, maybe I should check.” With a squeal I slap his groping hand away, slapping him on the arm twice for good measure when he laughs loudly and proudly.
“Nice boobs.”
“Pig.”
“Are they real?” I know he’s joking, but I still scowl at him and look the other way. “Maybe I should check again.”
“Stop!” I order on a laugh and push his hand away. “You’re going to make us crash. Pay attention.”
“Aww.” He whines, his lower lip sticking out. “What about if I stop the car?”
“You’re not touching my boobs.”
“Boring.”
Eye roll. “Typical man.”
“But I’m cute so it’s fine.” He gives me a cheek showing me those dimples I seem to enjoy seeing. “You didn’t agree with me.”
Shrug. “I mustn’t tell lies.”
“Just for that I’m not taking you to breakfast.” He says as he parks between two cars behind the small shopping centre. “You can stay here and starve.”
We climb out of the car and make our way through the precinct. It only takes a few minutes as it really isn’t that big. He wraps his arm around my shoulders to keep me close and leads me onto the high street. I put my shades on to block out the glaring sun and walk comfortably beside him. This is what I should want; this is what is right.
So why does it feel so wrong?
And why does the thought of seeing Nathan again feel so right?
We order the full breakfast. It’s far too much food for me, but it looks amazing. “So, have you always been into baking?” Eric asks, making polite small talk.
“Yes, I took a culinary course in University.” I respond, swallowing my mouthful first. “What about you? I don’t think I’ve ever asked you what you do.”
He smiles. “I’m just a car salesman, nothing fancy. Only took a few weeks of training. Unfortunately I couldn’t even make it through college.” I notice how he seems ashamed to admit this.
“I had to quit university.” I say to make him feel better.
His smile returns. “Rebel.”
“Without a clue.” I nod, flicking my shades back down and posing with my thumb and forefinger along my jaw.
He laughs loudly, startling the other customers around us. “You’re so weird.” His eyebrows wag. “I like it.”
“I need to be at work in thirty minutes.” I say after checking my watch.
“I’ll drop you off. I fancy one of those cinnamon swirls.” He states and pats his stomach. “I can just tell that being acquainted with you is going to make me fat.”
“You could never be fat. You’re one of those lucky people that can eat and eat and never put on weight.”
He scoffs. “Says you. How old is your son?”
“Four months.”
“My mum would hate you. She’s still trying to remove her pregnancy weight and my sister is nine now.” He chuckles and drains the rest of his coffee.
“You have a nine year old sister?”
“Yep; she’s bloody annoying but also remarkably cute and smart when she wants to be. Gullible too, she believed me when I told her that mum found her in the monkey exhibit at the London zoo. It made for an awkward meeting with her teacher at school when my sister got stuck up a tree.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. She wanted to be one with nature, like her primate ancestors.”
“Oh my god!” I gasp, trying not to laugh but failing miserably. “How old was she?”
He quirks a brow and cocks his head to the side. “This was only last month.”
I almost spit my tea on him. “That’s so funny. You meanie.”
“It was totally worth it, until my mum beat me over the head with my cap. I don’t wear hats around her anymore because of this reason.”
“That’s hilarious. I wonder if Dillan will ever be like that.”
“Kids are awesome, unless that child is me. My mum said I was the worst child she’s ever met. I was always in trouble, or dirty, or falling off things. I broke my collar bone twice before I turned ten and my wrist once when I was eleven.”
My mouth falls open. “Seriously? That sounds painful.”
“Yep, it wasn’t pleasant. I was climbing the tree outside my house trying to look in my neighbour’s window. She had…” he cups his hands to his chest. “Amazing boobs. I never thought I’d see better until…” He leans forward, his eyes on my cleavage.
“You’re such a pig!” I choke out around another laugh and throw my teaspoon at him. “Was that your initial thought?”
“No, my initial thought was ‘who’s the idiot that left a ring in my cake?’.”
“I don’t think I like you anymore.”
“And then I saw you and the first thing I noticed was the fact you looked like a female version of Casper. I wondered if maybe you’d rolled yourself in flour. Then I noticed how pretty your eyes are and then…” He holds his finger up and grins wickedly. “I noticed your…” His hands go back to his chest. “Lovely boobs.”