Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
After swiping on some mascara, a sheen of lip gloss, and a tiny bit of mascara, I walked out of my bathroom door to find Cleo now laying on my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
I didn’t bother asking how he got in.
The man was a freakin’ genius. He could get in positively anything.
Pickle jars and locked doors being the most common.
Even bypassing my complicated alarm I’d had installed as soon as I’d moved in wasn’t out of the ordinary.
It’d cost a mint, but it gave me piece of mind.
I was a single woman living alone in a new, big city.
It was worth it.
It did make me question the system, though, if it could be so easily bypassed.
“I have to go to work today. Thought I’d give you a ride. Took your car in to the shop,” he said simply.
I blinked at him.
“But...but I don’t have any money to pay to fix my car right now. And how am I supposed to get to and from work if you’ve taken my car away from me? And what if Nonnie needs me?” I asked somewhat shrilly.
His eyes opened. “What part of ‘I’d give you a ride’ did you not understand?”
“The part where you took my car without asking. I have shit in there I needed!” I yelled.
The man was so goddamned high handed!
Always doing things without asking my input.
A year ago, it was kind of nice that he did that for me. Now, though, when we had zero potential of a relationship, it was not something I needed, nor wanted, to put up with.
If I was being truthful, though, it was nice of him. And I knew he wouldn’t leave me to fend for myself. I also liked how he cared enough to make sure I had a reliable car.
I didn’t like that he was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in so long. Things that made me start hoping.
Wanting.
Needing.
“You have ten minutes before we need to leave. I have to be on shift here shortly, and it’s going to be tight getting you to work and then getting to mine,” he said as he sat up from the bed and looked at me with an impatient gesture.
I was habitually late.
Cleo was habitually early.
We fought over that constantly.
The one thing he didn’t do was wake me earlier than I wanted to be woken.
I was a bitch to the extreme if I was woken early.
Sadly, he knew that, too. Which was why he’d let me sleep this morning instead of waking me.
I wasn’t selective in who I was mean to.
He knew better, having chosen to wake me early only once before, and then never doing it again.
Knowing fighting with him about this right now was futile, I gave him my back and walked to my panty drawer.
Smiling devilishly, I opened the door with my sexy panties and pulled out the one pair that I knew would drive him wild.
They were white lace boy shorts that were see through everywhere but the crotch.
They’d be uncomfortable as hell to wear to work today, but knowing that he’d know that I was wearing them would be worth it.
I bent down, most likely giving him a good peak of what he gave up, and stepped into my pantie. Slowly.
I heard his sharp inhalation as he saw what I’d intended him to see, and I smiled.
I shucked the shirt from my body, tossed it on the dresser, and reached for the bra that was laying in the drawer beside where the panties had just been.
It wasn’t the one that matched the panties, but a deep midnight blue.
It wasn’t lace, but it was still pretty.
I didn’t do uncomfortable bras nor uncomfortable shoes. Those were two things that I couldn’t handle.
The scrub top came next, followed by the scrub pants.
I shimmied my ass once I had them on to make sure I could handle the panties, and was satisfied when they didn’t ride up to no man’s land.
I walked to the end of the bed, grabbed my shoes, and sat down on the chase beside Cleo.
He shifted uncomfortably as I sat and shoved my feet into the tennis shoes.
“Let me grab my lunch and we can go,” I said, before darting from the room.
I only ever left myself twenty minutes to get ready and leave. It was always a rush in the morning.
I assumed Cleo had to be in at the same time I did, and I didn’t even know where he had to go.
He’d probably be late. But I wouldn’t.
“Heh,” I grunted as I grabbed my salad out of the fridge.
“What?” Cleo asked from behind me.
I turned, surveying him from head to foot.
“Do you wear normal clothes under your flight suit?” I asked.
He nodded his head. “Yep.”
My brows furrowed. “Well shit.”
I’d been hoping for something more risqué, kind of like him free-balling it.
He nodded. “You’re eating a salad?”
I looked down at the unappetizing pile of lettuce covered in nonfat ranch and grimaced. “Yes.”
My workouts had seen a significant drop since I’d moved here.
I never left myself enough time in the mornings to work out and, in the evenings, I was always too tired. I very rarely had a day off that I didn’t have eighteen million things to do, so my last resort was to start eating healthy.
After having to go up two jeans sizes, I knew I had to do something.
Sadly, it was the good, yummy, appealing food that had to take a hike.
“Interesting. A lot has changed with you over the last year,” he said as he took a look around my sparsely furnished kitchen.
I didn’t have much, but what I did have was enough.
I was renting a house in a shoddy part of town, but it was in my price range, and it didn’t leak when the rain came.
The heating could use a little work, but that was nothing a blanket and a nice fire couldn’t fix.
Which was what I’d done last night.
In Natchitoches, I’d lived in a very nice place. It had hardwood floors, vaulted ceilings, and one hell of a heater. That was only because the owner, one of my grandmother’s best friends, had asked that we live there while Nonnie still needed it.