Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Where are you going?”
He turned to stare at me.
“The travel agent,” he answered. “Do you want to go?”
I hesitated, and he grinned. “Come on. You told me you’d go. I guess you should at least have a say so in where our room is.”
I stared at him.
“Okay,” I blurted.
He didn’t gloat. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t wink.
Nothing. He just walked out of what might have been the shittiest apartment complex in the city and held the door open for me to follow.
My eyes strayed to his sexy ass, and I cursed myself when he caught me staring.
His mouth didn’t open, but his eyes said all they needed to. He enjoyed catching me appreciating him.
Duly noted.
Chapter 5
I hate it when I see an old person and realize we went to high school together.
-Things Tobias doesn’t like to think about
Tobias
“You can come in and take a load off while I go change my clothes,” I grumbled, ripping my brother’s shirt off my body and tossing it in the general direction of the laundry room before continuing on to my room.
Those little fuckers at the last apartment complex better be glad that they were only kids, or I would’ve unleashed holy hell on them.
I fucking hated wearing wet clothes.
I did it enough while at work. I didn’t want to do it on my days off.
Her laugh followed me into the bedroom, and I had to suppress the urge to laugh with her.
The last apartment we’d gone to, I had to admit, was actually a good one.
It was a newer construction right off the interstate and had excellent security. It had a clean and modern feel to it that the other apartments didn’t have.
Although this particular complex was at least a hundred and fifty dollars a month more than the other places I’d checked out with her today, I had a feeling that she was going to do it.
The building itself was fantastic.
From a cop’s perspective, this place was perfect for a single woman.
A gate surrounding the entire complex. Lots of lighting in the parking lot as well as through all of the hallways that led to the different apartments.
Then there were the steel reinforced door jams along with a security system that each individual apartment had.
However, the apartment’s security system was an extra fifteen dollars a month.
I’d gladly pay that for her, though, just to ensure that she had that peace of mind that she deserved.
I’d seen the way she’d taken in the security. I’d also listened as she asked question after question about who was allowed in, how the visitor situation worked, and what the response rate was for the fire department as well as the police.
The thing that made me think she was going to take this place? The fact that there were kids around.
The same kids who’d shot me from a third floor balcony with water pistols, and continued to do so while I walked to my bike and backed out.
Shaking my head at the memory, I pulled my gun from the holster at the small of my back and placed it on the bed before shucking my pants.
Thinking it was best to go ahead and change completely, I walked to the dresser and dropped my underwear just as I heard a gasp from the door.
“Jesus, Lord have mercy,” Audrey said. “I’m so sorry.”
I turned to find her standing in my doorway, her hands covering her eyes as she tried to back out of the door.
The thing was that she was standing sideways, so all she kept doing was backing into the wall, and then ended up even further inside the room instead of closer to getting out of it.
“Hold on,” I laughed at the way she bounced. “I’ll get some clothes on and then you can open your eyes.”
“I thought you were just changing your shirt, or I wouldn’t have followed you in here.”
Grinning, I moved slowly—more slowly than I normally would have—and stepped into my boxer briefs.
The moment they were up over my semi-erect cock, I reached for the first pair of jeans that were on top of my dresser and stepped into those as well.
“I’m decent,” I said once I had them over my hips.
Keeping my eye on her, I buttoned up my pants and then zipped up the zipper.
“I only saw your butt,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Grinning, I reached for the shirt that was in a pile next to my pants and shrugged that on, too.
“I like that t-shirt,” she said, eyeing it.
I looked down at it and grinned.
“I was a soccer player in high school,” I told her.
She scrutinized my shirt. “I’m surprised that a high school would allow you to wear that.”
I laughed. “I don’t think that they understood what the shirts meant. But we did. We also fucking loved it.”
The shirt said, “We do it for ninety minutes, from eleven different positions.”