Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Edison checked his watch then hurried out of his bedroom with his suit jacket tossed over his arm. He’d made more blueberry muffins in the hope of running into Bishop and Trent before he had to be at his staff meeting. It wasn’t that big of a deal, he simply wanted to show his gratitude for their hard work on Saturday. Muffins on a Monday always started his week off nicely.
He pulled into a parking space and like usual, Stockley Lawn Service was already there and bustling with activity. Edison surveyed the wide lawn, looking for one well-built crew member in particular, and it wasn’t long before he spotted his wide shoulders next to Trent and two other men as he pointed at a row of bushes along the steps.
Edison was smiling like a loon as he threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and grabbed the small Tupperware container with the muffins. He’d just about cleared the parking lot when he saw Skylar’s flashy Lexus swerve into a space right beside him. Edison frowned at him through the tinted windows but never broke his stride.
“Good morning,” Skylar called out. Edison heard rushed footsteps behind him but Skylar’s overpowering cologne reached him before he did.
“Morning,” Edison mumbled.
“How was your weekend?”
“Fine.”
“Oookay. That sounds more like not fine, but sure.”
Edison didn’t say anything more. He wasn’t interested in engaging Skylar with small talk which usually resulted in him being rude and insulting. And Edison had had enough of that.
“How was my weekend, you ask? Well my weekend was fuckin hawt. Oh man.” Skylar tapped him multiple times in his shoulder with his forearm. “I’m talking three big-breasted babes all to myself. And I made each one squeal for hours… it was great.”
“Yeah, sounds like a blast,” Edison droned.
Skylar frowned at him. “What did you say you did again that was more fun?”
“I didn’t,” Edison said, not taking his eyes off Bishop who was now watching him with that fierce expression. The one that made him wonder if Bishop was going to rush him. It was hard to acknowledge anything else around him when he was caught in Bishop’s clutches. He smiled pleasantly and held up the plastic ware in his hand, nodding for Bishop to come to him. “I’ll see you inside, Skylar. And don’t be late for the meeting.”
Skylar didn’t keep walking. “What are you doing? Still giving out compliments to the garden boys every day?”
“I’ll see you inside.” Edison gritted his teeth, Bishop was almost to him and he didn’t want him encountering his disrespectful co-worker anymore.
“Good morning, Edison,” Bishop said, staring directly at him and completely ignoring Skylar.
“Hey.” Edison licked his lips and saw when Bishop’s dark gaze had dropped to his mouth. He groaned inside, not wanting Skylar to see his body’s reactions to this man. It looked as if Bishop hadn’t gotten his hands dirty yet, his face still dry and un-smudged. Edison wanted to lean in and inhale his woodsy scent and lick his strong throat right there in front of everyone. But instead he took a deep breath, he had to keep the conversation friendly. “Did you catch a lot of fish yesterday?”
Bishop’s grin was sexy, “No fish. Caught enough crabs for a decent dinner though.”
“That’s cool.” Edison wanted to say more but he held his tongue. He turned to Skylar, hoping he’d catch the hint and leave him alone but he wasn’t budging. “I um… brought you and Trent something.”
Bishop kept his eyes on him as he took the container from Edison’s hand, his fingers slowly skimming over his as he did. Bishop popped open the lid and peeked inside, a slow, knowing smile appearing on his stern face. “My favorite.”
Edison knew he was blushing. Perhaps he could blame it on being in a full suit in the early morning sun. “Make sure you give Trent one,” Edison said, biting his bottom lip and trying his best to keep from smiling ear to ear.
“I’ll think about it.” Bishop finally dragged his hot gaze away from him, his intense glare aimed directly at Skylar. “I don’t like sharing.”
Skylar adjusted his stance, his furious expression shifting from Bishop then back to Edison. He had no clue why Skylar was even still standing there, but he’d be damned if he was going to cut off the few seconds he had with Bishop before he had to start work.
Bishop’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, “Thank you for the muffins. So, I’ll see you later tonight?”
“Yes,” Edison breathed, practically melting at Bishop’s tone. He wanted to remind him to bring a change of clothes so he could stay and have dinner with him, but if he did there was no doubt that Skylar would have that information all over the office by lunchtime.
“Good.” Bishop stepped closer and shifted so that most of his back was to Skylar. He dragged a couple of fingers down Edison’s chest, along the smooth material of his tie, his big body shielding Edison from everyone. Bishop leaned in slowly as if he was giving Edison time to pull away, and kissed him gingerly on the cheek. Edison’s cock jerked and he knew he had to stop this shameless madness and get to the safety of his office. Bishop smirked as if he knew just what Edison was thinking. Bishop’s voice was like his favorite à la mode, “I like your tie, handsome.”