Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Shit, I’d do anything for my niece, which is why I agreed without a second thought. Still, means I need to get some sleep in order to be on my A-game tomorrow around what I’m sure will be nearly a hundred kids. We’ve got a system: they’re allowed to use the hose, get on the truck, we do fire safety, and then give them a few mementos. The plastic hats and coloring books are always a hit, plus the teacher takes their pictures for their parents. It wears me out as much as being out on call after call.
When I pull into my driveway, my gaze immediately goes to Lennon’s. My cock thickens beneath my jeans as I think about the curvy woman. I don’t stay idling for long, nothing like the first time I saw Lennon walking up the front porch steps. My truck is parked, and the engine is off in twenty seconds flat. After another few seconds, I reach for the handle, pull it up, and slide out. I’m a man on a mission, and going to Lennon’s is exactly where my feet are taking me.
She has what seems like every light in the house on, and as I start to head toward her place, I notice she is walking through the rooms, closing curtains, turning off lights, and moving away.
“Goddamn it, Fontaine.” I’ve missed my fucking chance to have a moment with her. I stayed away too damn long, and now I’ll have to wait till tomorrow evening until I see her again. Instead of standing like a fool on the edge of the property line, it’s time I head into the house. The way Luke talked at Undercover Lovers told me tomorrow is her first day of work. He mentioned his last receptionist retired rather suddenly after her husband went through a bad patch of luck with his health. The ad for a new hire didn’t last long. Lennon swooped in, knocked him on his ass, and his office manager loved her, too. He said she’s probably overqualified, but he sees room in the future for her to move up. I’ve got no idea how that will work, but I’m not surprised, either.
Lennon Sinclair has it going on, in beauty and brains. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough, but for now, I’ll use my hand and play out another fantasy. This time, I think it’ll be of her bouncing on my cock, her back to me, my hand gripping her hair, the other spreading her cheeks apart to watch as I slide in and out of her.
10
LENNIE
Iwas underprepared. No, that isn’t right. I wasn’t prepared, period. My first day on the job had me on my toes, literally and figuratively. The minute my new office manager met me at the doors, she showed me everything. More than I thought I’d ever learn about working at an obstetrics and gynecologist office. Each time we went to a patient room, a supply room, the break room, and every other room, I felt like I should have had pen and paper to jot down notes.
By the time she showed me the ropes of answering the phones, scheduling appointments, and bringing patients into the back room, my mind was a jumbled mess of nerves. She sat patiently with me until I got the hang of things. I’m pretty sure Sally had more confidence in me than I did myself. Maybe I should go back and look at the screenshot of the job listing, because I don’t think this was in the job description at all. Though, when I signed all of my papers and did all the not-so-fun parts of starting something new, she mentioned they love to promote within. It also didn’t hurt that lunch is catered once a week, black scrubs are provided for every employee, you get a shoe allowance, and for the first time in, like, ever, I have health, dental, and vision insurance, all included. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop or to have a pinch-me moment where I wake up and this is all a dream. Things are falling into place entirely too easily.
I should probably knock on wood in order not to jinx myself. My front door is the nearest thing besides my noggin, so I do a quick double tap while unlocking the deadbolt and then the bottom lock. I’ve yet to call my sister. I thought I would do it on the way home from work, but instead, during the twenty-ish-minute ride home, I rolled the windows down, turned the radio to an ear-splitting decibel, and scream-sang every rock ballad that came on. By the time I had to turn down the volume when I entered the lower side of speed limits through Whispering Oaks, the stress and anxiety had dwindled down to nothing.