Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Trevor went straight to the kitchen, opened the drawer under the oven and took out a frying pan, setting it on the stove. He opened the fridge. “You have eggs?” I couldn’t afford eggs.
“No.” I shut my door and followed him into the kitchen.
“Bacon?”
If I couldn’t afford eggs, bacon was a hell no. “Nope.”
“Pancakes it is.” He reached up into the cupboard and took down an orange plastic bowl, then the “just add water” pancake batter, a banana sitting on the counter, and went to work on making banana pancakes.
“So who’s the guy running from you at seven-thirty in the morning? New boyfriend?” He peeled the banana, took a bite and said with his mouth full, “If you want, I can check him out. Make sure he doesn’t have a record or anything.”
I poured water into the top of the coffee maker. “Is that what you do for people?”
He smirked over his shoulder at me. “Babe, I do lots of things for people if the money is right. I’m a genius on the computer.”
I laughed. “A genius who is going to land himself in jail.”
He shrugged. “Life is too short to worry about the what ifs.” The fork hit the sides of the plastic bowl as he leaned his butt against the stove, bowl perched in his hand and against his naked chest while he stirred the batter.
“The guy’s security,” I said.
“For?” He stopped stirring, eyes widening. “Fuck. Strip club security?”
“No.” He chuckled, and I realized he’d been teasing. I put the carafe under the spout and flicked the on switch. “I got the job at Compass.”
His brows lifted and he started stirring again. “Wait a sec. You told me Kite wasn’t going to put in a good word for you.”
“He didn’t. I hijacked one of the cages the other night and got an interview. They hired me.” It was a little more than that, but I wasn’t sure whether to tell Trevor about the other half of the job. It was probably better I didn’t, at least until I talked to Killian about the rules. But Mars had to know the truth; that was non-negotiable.
“No shit.” He laughed. “Didn’t know you had it in you, sweet cakes.”
The percolator hissed and bubbled and then the sweet aroma of coffee drifted into the air. There was nothing better than the scent of fresh coffee in the morning.
Except maybe Killian. God, why did I even think that? Because you had him locked to your lips last night.
“So, the guy isn’t a boyfriend. But you’re in the hallway yelling at him in your pajamas, and he’s running for his life out of the building.” He dropped sliced pieces of banana into the mixture. “Fuck me. You had a one-night stand.”
“He’s security for the band Tear Asunder.”
He snorted. “You’re screwing the security guy with the band?”
“God, no. I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Dating then, which leads to sex, hopefully.”
I sighed. “I’m not dating him either, and I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone. He was dropping off keys. He kind of had my car. Well, the guy, Greg, at the club had my car, and the guy who was here drove me home last night in the band’s limo. Greg was supposed to drop off my car, but he took it to the wrecking yard instead.” Trevor wasn’t pouring the batter into the frying pan that sizzled with butter. Instead his eyes were on me with rapt interest in my story. “This morning security guy Luke brought me my keys. But they weren’t my keys. They were new keys. To a new car.”
“He gave you a new car?”
“No. Well, yes, but not Luke. Killian.”
“Killian?”
Right. Most people only knew Killian as Kite. “Kite. The drummer in Tear Asunder.”
“Fuck, sweet cakes.” He shook his head. “When you go for a guy, you go big.”
I scowled. “I’m not going for any guy.” I took two mugs out of the cupboard and poured the coffee.
Trevor was quiet and he rarely had nothing to say, so I looked up, and he was smirking annoyingly.
I set the coffee pot back. “What?”
“Let me lay it out for you. The drummer from the rock band buys you a new car because yours is crap.” Opening my mouth to refute, he lowered his voice. “And it was crap. It needed to be set on fire years ago.” He flipped a pancake. “The guy has money, sure, but I doubt he buys new cars for random people. So, what’s the deal?”
Trevor may be a douche, but he was smart as hell and supposedly had two degrees. Computer science and engineering. He also read people well, so I was going to have a hard time convincing him that my dating Killian was real, especially since he knew about the situation with David and I’d told him I didn’t plan on dating again for a long time.