Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He grinned.
Grinned…with teeth showing!
I’d never seen him smile before, but if that grin was anything to go by, it was life changing.
And man, did he have pretty teeth. The smile changed his face, transformed it from mean and scary to sexy and dark.
If there’d ever been a time where I wanted a man, it was now.
I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.
And the scary thing was that I thought he might know it.
“Gotta go get my truck,” he murmured.
I nodded.
“You think you can go in there and distract him while I do my thing?”
I froze in place.
“Yeah…” I hesitated. “But I don’t know what he looks like.”
Evander turned his phone around and showed me the screen.
There was a bunch of writing on the screen. Then, in the top right corner next to his name and address was his picture.
He was a male, in his late twenties, with a cruel looking smile. He was dressed in his dress blues from Hostel Police Department, and I knew the instant I saw him exactly who he was.
“I’m not sure he’s going to believe that I want to talk to him,” I finally said.
His eyes came down to me.
“Why not?” he asked, sounding confused.
His eyes roamed my body, starting at the top of my head, and moving down to the tips of my toes, and what he saw was obviously something he liked if the small grin he gave me was anything to go by.
But it was there and gone so fast that I almost wasn’t sure that what I saw was real.
“Because, just last week, I turned him down for a date…” I hesitated. “And the week before that, I turned him down, also. I’d never willingly go up to him.”
He looked down at me, studied me for a few long seconds, and then nodded.
“Then let’s hope like hell that he doesn’t come out while we’re doing this.”
Then he walked to his truck, and I assumed, expected me to follow.
I did, hurrying behind him to keep up with his long legs, and then came to a stop when he went to the passenger side and held the door open for me.
“T-thank you,” I murmured, walking towards him.
With the way the cars were parked on either side of us, the fit between him and the door was a tight one, making me squeeze so close by him that I felt his body heat all along the length of my back.
I shivered as I reached for the bar to help pull myself in, and gritted my teeth as I started to hop up on one foot while also trying to keep myself from falling on my face.
“You need a step on this thing,” I muttered.
It wasn’t big, per se, but it was compared to my lack of height, and the truck’s taller stature.
I’d just resigned myself to jumping when I felt a tug on my pants, and then felt my ass being lifted by the belt loop of my jeans.
I went with it, not stopping to think until I was sitting on my bottom.
That was when I realized that the man that I found super sexy had his hand near my ass, and I nearly squealed.
“Thank you,” I murmured, managing to keep it at an octave that was conducive with hearing.
He slammed the door shut without a word, and I decided that the momentous occasion of his finger in my belt loop was nothing to him while it was everything to me.
Jesus, I needed to get a hold of myself.
To keep my eyes from being on him when he got in, I reached for my seatbelt and looked toward where the truck was parked.
“Do you think you can get the truck that quick?” I asked him, eyeing the cars all around it.
He started to laugh, and I turned at the sound.
I liked how his throat worked. I liked how he stared at me with his eyes shining. I liked him.
A lot.
“Yeah, honey,” he snorted. “I think I can get it quick.”
And then I watched as he pulled out of his parking spot, rolled up the rows of cars, and then expertly backed up to the big, jacked up truck in under a minute.
Then, I continued to watch as he got out, hooked the truck up, and was back inside in less than two.
“You’ve done this before?” I asked him breathily.
My heart was pounding!
Why could I not breathe, you ask?
Because the man was hot as hell.
Watching him in the truck’s big ass mirrors while his muscles bunched and released was enough to send my libido into overdrive.
The light sheen of sweat on his skin, though? That was enough to send me to my knees.
“Do you think he’ll noti…” I stopped when I saw a man running outside, his loaded down cart full of wood and concrete trailing behind him.