Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Hmm.” I pressed my lips together as I considered the best spot for him to put that kind of stuff. “Do you need to use the shared wall between our apartments?”
He shook his head. “Nah, you can put me wherever you want. My shit won’t take up a lot of space.”
I pointed toward the oversized chair in the corner of the room. “You can scoot that over by the couch if you want.”
He glanced over there, his lips curving into a grin. “I think my stuff will fit on that circular table next to it, and I can use the chair while I’m listening to what Jeff has going on while he’s home. With me in that corner, you’ll barely know I’m here.”
Shaking my head, I giggled. “I doubt that would ever be possible.”
His eyes held a glimmer of masculine satisfaction as he asked, “Should I take that as a compliment?”
“Definitely,” I whispered, fiddling with the hem of my shirt as I gestured toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hoping to direct his attention away from my heated cheeks. “Want a quick tour of the place before you grab that equipment? Just in case there’s somewhere that will work better.”
“Sure, baby. Whatever you want to do.”
Since climbing his body like a tree wasn’t possible, I led him around my apartment instead. “You’ve already seen the living room and kitchen. The groceries I bought today should last us a little while since I was planning to make an extra lasagna for the freezer. Unless there’s anything special you need?”
“I’m not picky,” he assured me, patting his flat stomach with his free hand. “Anything you want to feed me, I’ll eat.”
My cheeks grew even hotter as an image of me feeding him my rounded tit popped in my head. “Ahh, good to know.”
At his deep chuckle, I ducked my head and padded toward the hallway, pointing across the living room along the way. “The sliding glass door leads to the balcony. I have a couple of chairs and a small table out there, but I rarely use them since nothing is blocking Jeff’s view out there.”
“Won’t have to worry about him for much longer,” he growled, following me close.
I pointed out the guest bathroom before pulling the soundproofing blanket hiding the second bedroom door to the side. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a bed in here for you to use. I’m an audiobook narrator, and I set this room up as my recording booth. I had to limit the furniture because of how sound echoes off hard surfaces.”
Brodie moved the blanket on the other side of the door to look inside. “This is cool as fuck.”
“Really?” I beamed a smile at him as he turned toward me. “It isn’t super fancy because I did it all myself.”
“I know more than a fair bit about audio equipment, and from what I can see, you did a kick-ass job.”
Brodie was the first person who’d seen the booth I had created, and his compliment meant a lot to me. “Thanks.”
“Just called it like I saw it.”
He was careful with the blankets as he put them back into position, then we walked through the door at the end of the hallway. “Since you’re so much bigger than me, you should take the bed. It’s only a queen, but it’s got to be more than twice the size of my couch. So I’ll take that.”
“Not gonna happen, baby.” He dropped his black duffel near the closet door and turned toward me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “No way in hell am I gonna kick you out of your bed.”
My nose scrunched. “You won’t get much sleep on my couch, though.”
He looked at my bed. “With how tiny you are, a queen-sized mattress is plenty of space for both of us.”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “I’m the furthest thing from tiny.”
“Only in the places where a man wants his woman to have curves.” His eyes heated as his gaze raked down my body. “It’ll be hell keeping my hands off you, but I swear you have nothing to fear from me. I’d never touch you unless I knew damn well that you wanted it. But if you’re not comfortable sharing a bed with me, I’ll be fine in the living room. I slept in lots of worse places during my time in the Marines.”
There was no doubting the sincerity shining from his eyes. My gut told me that I could trust Brodie…it was my own self-control that I was worried about. “We can share.”
“Good.” He gestured toward his bag. “I’ll take care of that after I bring in my equipment. Gotta get that done while Jeff is out so he doesn’t know I’m listening in.”
“Sounds like we have a plan.” I followed him down the hall, detouring to the kitchen when he headed for the door. “While you’re taking care of all that, I’ll get to work on that lasagna. And those brownies I owe you.”