Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
But this time, there’s a clanging noise next door as I do the familiar move. I jerk my eyes up to find Dani at her grill, metal fork in hand as she stares openly at me. Her jaw is dropped, and I can see the heat in her eyes from here. A blast of adrenaline shoots through me and I grin, adding a little wave to let her know I see her and her reaction. She quickly clamps her mouth shut, and her eyes narrow into a glare, her lips moving, and I can imagine she’s cursing me.
But it feels good to get cursed at by her. It shows me that as much as I’ve been watching her, Dani’s been watching me too. And when she saw me take my shirt off, she lost control of the grill lid because she liked what she saw.
I’m not vain, but I know I’m good-looking. I work out, work hard on job sites, and won the genetic lottery with the Harrington DNA.
I laugh to myself. Maybe the raven-haired beauty is not so unaffected by me, after all. Good to know.
Good to know.
CHAPTER 5
DANI
You have to come over, Nessa. He has nipple piercings. Nipple. Piercings. Oh, my God.
I can’t help sending the text, and moments later, Nessa replies, first with a raised eyebrow emoji before adding, You like nipple piercings? Never would’ve thought you were that type.
I didn’t have an opinion one way or the other until three minutes ago when Kyle took his shirt off. And now, I’m suddenly thinking they’re hot as fuck. Help!
Nessa hits me with a laughing emoji. She’s a big, big believer in them and says, I can’t come over. You know that. I’m already home with Mom. But send me a picture!
Whooo, if only, but… I can’t do that! He’ll see me. He already saw me gawking at him like I’ve never seen a half-naked man before.
Well, it has been awhile, thirsty girl. She adds a GIF of a woman chugging water like she’s dying of dehydration, the liquid running out of her mouth, down her chin, and dripping all over her chest.
She’s a hundred percent correct, unfortunately. It has been a long time since I’ve had sex, which didn’t bother me in the slightest until a few minutes ago. I’ve been very good at taking care of my own needs, thank you very much. Now? I’m feeling a bit tense, but still, Not helping.
Nessa sends me another emoji, this one a motion emoji, rolling back and forth and laughing. Picture. You might be living a life of celibacy, but your girl needs a lil sumpthin’, sumpthin’ to get through the long, dark, lonely nights.
I roll my eyes. Nessa doesn’t date any more than I do, given that she’s focused on taking care of her mom, but she does have a friends-with-benefits situation that keeps her satisfied. I don’t know all the details about the guy, but he’s apparently well hung, no headaches, and has a tongue that’s powered by an F1 engine. She might sleep alone peacefully at night, but it’s only because she gets all her naughtiest dreams fulfilled during the day.
Not that it totally stops her. I’m waiting…
Those three little dots on her repeat text stare me in the face, tempting me, taunting me. Maybe I could just…
I can’t get the temptation out of my head, glancing out the window over my sink, chewing on my thumb as I debate with myself. It’s darker in here than the sunny afternoon outside, so maybe I could snap a quick shot? For Nessa, of course, not for me. No way, it’s totally not for me.
I mean, Kyle is annoying… with his big truck in my way, his stupid smile, and charm that probably gets him whatever he wants. He probably thinks that with a grin, a wink, and maybe crooking a finger, he can get any woman in the world to drop her panties for him.
He’s such an asshole.
Still, I find myself opening the camera on my phone and getting right up to the window. I zoom in tight, ignoring the other workers and focusing solely on the handsome jerk who pisses me off, making sure my camera is focused before I click the button on the screen. The picture freezes for a second and then disappears, and before I know it, I’ve taken three pictures in a row. Like he can sense me, Kyle looks directly at my house, almost like he’s looking at the window where I’m hiding. But there’s no way he could know what I’m doing. He’s probably just laughing at me for dropping the grill lid like an idiot. And it was embarrassing. I’ve never acted like some stupid fan-girl at a Maluma concert or something.
Kyle seems to go with it, putting his hands on his hips and grinning, almost like he’s posing. To hell with it. If he’s gonna pose, I’ll take advantage, so I snap a couple more shots.