Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I can hear hissing from behind me coming from Autumn, and I think it’s directed at Charlie, but the minute I open the closet door and step in, I feel heat behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I glance at Brady, who steps around me, going to the case of water. The door closes behind me. “You just asked me to get the water,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but then I got that look from Autumn, so I came to help you.” He turns to me. “Open the door for me,” he instructs, and I don’t know if it’s because the room is small, but I feel him very close to me. The light is so dim that it shines only over the cases of water by the wall and not at all by the door.
I turn the handle and push the door, but nothing happens, doing it again and again. “It’s stuck,” I say, pushing to open the door again. But this time the handle breaks off in my hand. “Oh my God,” I tell him as he puts down the case and comes closer to me, “it’s broken!” I try not to panic, but with him standing so close to me, my breathing is coming in pants. And it has nothing to do with the room being so small and everything to do with the heat coming from the man who is very fucking close to me. It also comes from going all night, running all over the bar, yet every time I looked over, I found Brady had his eyes glued to me. Probably making sure I didn’t fuck up anything.
“How the hell did you do that?” he snaps out at the same time he grabs the handle from my hand.
“Do you think I have the strength of the Hulk—” I start to say as he gets even closer to me as he leans into the door too, trying to put the handle back on where it came from—“that I would be able to break a door handle?”
“I have no idea of your strength,” he pants, trying to slide it back on and turn it side to side. “Do you have your phone on you?”
“No,” I reply with a half smile on my face that now fills to a full smile. “My boss thinks I’m going to be scrolling social media during my shift, so he makes me leave it behind the bar,” I almost say in his face, but I don’t. “Where is your phone?”
“Fuck, I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Could be in the office, could be behind the bar.”
“Amazing.” I close my eyes, the smell of him assaulting me. “This is great, just what I wanted to do tonight.”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, standing up in front of me, the tips of his shoes almost touching mine. “Trust me, this was not on my bingo card for tonight.”
“No?” I ask, trying not to let the words and his tone get to me. “Shocking.”
“You always this much of a pain in the ass?” he comes right out and asks me, and I could swear he’s coming closer to me. The air in the room is almost electric, or maybe it’s my body that feels like it’s one big nerve. “Like always?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, but my heart hammers so hard in my chest it feels as if it’s going to come out of it. “You always this much of a—” His eyes twinkle when I stop talking.
“Of a what?” he asks, his voice is almost a whisper. “What am I, Harmony?” His eyes move back and forth as he watches me. “What do you think I am, Harmony?” His voice barely a whisper. My mouth going dry. The handle in his hands falls to the floor with a huge clank, before they tangle in my hair, and his mouth is on mine. My eyes close the minute his tongue touches mine. I will them to open again so I can see this is happening, and it’s not my imagination. But the only thing I do is slide my tongue into his mouth and swallow down his groan.
CHAPTER 11
Brady
I’ve done a couple of dumb things in my life. One was not telling my sister how bad the business was until she got home. The second was hiring Harmony, and I have to say this right here. Kissing the shit out of her in the storage closet is number fucking three. Actually, it might be number two instead of number three. But the minute her tongue touches mine, and she swallows my groan, I know it is a fucking mistake. I’m making out with her in a fucking closet. The woman who for the past couple of weeks I’ve let get under my skin, and I have no idea how to get her out from under it.