Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
When I start to let the window up, Frankie walks back to his sedan and gets in.
Frankie and his men wait for me to drive past before they follow me to the border of Brownsville. Flashing their lights, they make a U-turn, then head back the way they came.
Feeling better that I have some kind of protection detail on Eden, I drive to Franco’s place.
Chapter 14
Eden
When Dario leaves, I shut the door and lean against it.
Wow.
Lifting a hand to my face, I brush the tips of my fingers over my lips.
I’ve never been kissed like that.
Warmth spreads through my chest while there are flutters in my stomach.
I think it’s safe to say I’m crushing hard on the man, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be head over heels before I know it.
Closing my eyes, I get lost in the memory of having his body pinning me down on the couch while his mouth did things to mine that had me almost crying with the emotions it stirred in my heart.
The man really has a way of making me feel special…as if I could be his entire world.
Don’t be stupid.
My eyes snap open, and shaking my head, I open the door and head to Tyrone’s place.
I knock quickly, and he opens within seconds with a grin on his face.
“So, you and your boss?”
“I almost had a panic attack when you started asking him questions!” I go inside where it’s warmer. “Dario doesn’t know I’m a janitor at his company.”
A frown forms on Tyrone’s brow. “Why?”
“Because I’m not ready for him to know.” I sit down on his couch, then say, “The heat is out in my apartment.”
“Want to crash here tonight?”
“No, I have the extra blanket. I’ll tell Winston tomorrow so he can fix it.”
Tyrone takes a seat on the armchair and pins me with a serious look. “So why aren’t you ready for your boss to know you work for him?”
“Duh.” I wave a hand in the air. “Show me a rich guy who wants to date a woman who cleans toilets and scrubs floors.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a janitor,” Tyrone mutters. “It’s honest money.”
“I know.” I let out a sigh. “But what if he finds out and fires my ass?”
“Why would he fire you? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Yeah, I have. I steal half an hour of company time to dance in one of the studios.”
“Just say you were doing it during a break. You’re allowed to take breaks, right?”
“True.” My teeth tug at my bottom lip, then I look at Tyrone. “I really like him.”
A smile spreads over his face. “Yeah? You think he likes you too?”
Grinning like an idiot, I nod. “The way he kisses me makes me feel special.”
“The man’s got game.” Tyrone raises an eyebrow at me. “Just make sure he wraps it before you-know-what.”
I pull a grossed-out face. “Eww…don’t give me the birds and bees talk.”
Chuckling, he says, “You’re the one who started talking about kissing. I just want to make sure my girl doesn’t get knocked up.”
Changing the subject back to a safer topic, I ask, “What do you think of Dario?”
Tyrone shakes his head. “I didn’t get to spend time with him, so it’s hard to say.” He shrugs, then chuckles. “Either the man got one hell of a hard-on for you or he has a spine of steel. You know, with him coming here and all. He didn’t seem worried for his safety.”
“True,” I murmur, thinking back to when we came home earlier.
Dario actually seemed relaxed, as if he’d been here a million times before.
“There was something else,” Tyrone muses.
My eyes snap to his face. “What?”
“That motherfucker Frankie. Was it my imagination, or did he give us a chin lift on the drive-by?”
“I didn’t see. I was too busy glaring at you for mouthing off at them. You need to stop doing that,” I chastise him.
Tyrone grumbles something I can’t make out, then gets up from the armchair. “You want some coffee or tea?”
“No, I just had coffee. Thanks, though.” I get up as well. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tyrone starts to make a cup of tea for himself and glances at me. “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
“You too.” I let myself out of his apartment and head back to my place.
Locking the front door behind me, I turn off the lights in the living room and walk to my bedroom to change into my warm PJs, which consist of my oldest sweatpants and a sweater.
I go to the bathroom and quickly wash my face before I fight the toothpaste tube for the last bit. I end up cutting the thing open and grin when I see there’s enough for tomorrow morning.
I brush my teeth, and after I’m done, I dig my cell phone out of my coat’s pocket and plug it in on my bedside table so it can charge overnight.