Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Hmm, hadn’t thought about that, but now I’m kinda mad I didn’t make that part of the agreement.” I cock my head to the side and nod once. “Okay, after dinner you’re off the clock.”
“Number three, you don’t get to boss me around.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m your boss, and bossing you around is sort of the idea.”
“You know what I mean. This back and forth between us up until now has been hostile, and I don’t want to live here while you bark orders at me 24-7.”
“What else?” I wait, needing to hear all of her terms so that I can find ways around them.
“I get Sundays off.”
“Agreed.” I’m quick to say yes because I want to get to the end of this negotiation. “When can you start?”
“Oh, um, I guess whenever you want me to.” She looks around like she wasn’t prepared for me to move so quickly.
Little bunny, you have no idea. “Then let’s go get your shit.”
“Wait, now? Like now, now?”
“Listen, I’ve got a big wallet and a short fuse. You tell me how much and I’m getting it done. I don’t have time to sit around and think about decisions that have already been made. So get your ass in gear, bunny. We’ve got shit to do.”
Chapter Three
JOY
“Get what you need for a few days, and I can send a crew over to handle the rest,” Devin says as he roams around my tiny studio. With him inside of it, it’s extra tiny. I can’t help but wonder what he thinks of my space, and I hate the trace of insecurity I have over it. His home is so freaking nice.
“It’s after dinner time,” I point out. “You can’t boss me around.”
He smiles at my response, and I’m mad because I was trying to annoy him. I was sure he was going to get in his own little dig. Then again, maybe smiling is his own form of retaliation. Am I not getting to him as much as I used to? I have to admit that it can be fun to spar with him.
“Only trying to be helpful,” Devin says and opens the top drawer of my dresser.
He wouldn't.
“What do we have here?” Devin reaches inside and lifts a pair of my panties.
“Oh my god.” I rush over and snatch them out of his hand. “You did not just do that,” I hiss at him.
“I feel like underwear is something you’d consider a necessity, but if you’d rather not wear any, I won't judge.” The expression he gives me makes me want to kick him in the shin and then kiss him until I can’t breathe. When did he become so annoyingly charming?
“You’re the worst.” I have to fight a laugh. “We’re going to need another rule. No touching my panties.” I slam the drawer shut, and again, he only gives me a smile.
I go back to throwing things into bags, and Devin watches me. His dark eyes are on me the whole time and I know this because I can feel them. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been reading his glares all wrong this whole time.
As much as I don’t want to, I can't resist the urge to glance in his direction a few times. This is such a terrible idea. I already have a weird crush on him. Now I’m going to be living under the same roof as him? Oh yeah, and I agreed to follow him around all day.
I had hoped that spending more time with him would help me get over my crush, but after the past few hours, I've realized that's not the case. Devin is growing on me.
“Can I take these down for you?” he asks, motioning toward the two bags I’ve packed already.
“That would be great.” He grabs them for me, and the second he’s out the door, I rush back over to my dresser with my last bag and shove my bras and panties inside.
I’m not one to regularly get dolled up, but I have a serious thing for pretty bras and panties. It’s like my own special secret that no one knows about. They also make me feel sexy. When I spend my days dressed in either my waitressing uniforms or an apron, I need a little something special.
“You’re moving already?” I turn around at my cousin's question. I didn’t know he was home.
“You said I only had a few weeks,” I remind him.
I’m still pissed at him about him kicking me out. I never would have agreed to rent the space if I knew he'd toss me out so easily. Honestly, it’s my own fault. I know how he can be, but I always hoped he’d do better.
“Sorry.” Kent runs his fingers through his hair and gives me a sheepish expression. That may work on the ladies, but not on me.