Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Trying too hard?” I interrupt her. “I’m not fucking trying at all.”
She raises her eyebrows, annoyed. “Whatever.” She storms off towards the bathroom.
Did she just whatever me?
Nobody whatevers me.
I pace back and forth for a few minutes until I can’t take it any longer, and I storm up the hall towards the bathrooms. There are four doors. All of them are unisex and all fitted with a shower and a toilet. Each door is now closed, and I have no idea which one she is in.
“Tully,” I call.
No answer.
“Tully Pocket!” I call.
“What?” she snaps through the farthest door. “Go away. You’re annoying.”
I take it back, this woman isn’t hot, she’s fucking obnoxious. I open the door and find her sitting on the floor with a wet tissue, trying to wipe up the blood on her leg. I sink to my knee beside her.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She shrugs but stays silent.
Empathy wins, and I do feel bad. “Here, let me clean you up.” I stand and put my hands on her hips, lifting her to sit on top of the basin.
She stays silent as I inspect her knee. “It’s deep,” I say softly.
She nods.
My eyes rise to meet hers, and I’m suddenly aware that we are alone in a small space. I bite my lip and turn my attention back to her leg. “I’m going to get the first aid box. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I go to the office and retrieve the small, red first aid box, and I return to the hall. I stand outside the door for a moment.
Just fix her leg and go home.
I open the door and find her sitting up on the counter where I left her. She smiles softly as she runs her hand through her hair, her anger clearly now replaced with embarrassment. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I’m flustered.”
My eyes hold hers for a moment. I put the kit down, open it up, and get the saline out, snapping the little pod open. “This might sting a bit.” I begin to pour it on her graze and she hisses, involuntarily grabbing my shoulder. Her touch feels good and I inhale through my nose. This is not the time for sexual thoughts, you dirty bastard. Keep your mind on the job. Band-Aid application, fool.
I wipe up the excess blood as she watches on in silence. Her hand is still on my shoulder and I can feel the heat burning me through my shirt from her touch. I slide my hand up her calf to lift her leg, and goose bumps scatter her skin.
I feel my cock twitch in appreciation and I have to grit my teeth. Not fucking now.
The energy in the room begins to swirl between us and my eyes rise to meet hers.
“Does it hurt?” I ask softly.
She nods, and I know she can feel the electricity between us, too.
“I’ll put the Band-Aid on and you’ll be as good as new,” I tell her, distracted.
She smiles softly and nods again. “Thank you.”
She watches on as I carefully apply two bandages and I slide my hand down her calf muscle one more time. Goose bumps scatter again, and my eyes rise to meet hers.
“Goose bumps?” I ask.
She swallows the lump in her throat as her eyes hold mine.
The air crackles between us and my eyes drop to her parted lips. Large, pink, and so fucking hot.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers up at me.
My mouth opens to speak but no words come out. My chest rises as I try to contain my arousal. This is ridiculous. Unable to help it, I reach down and put my thumb just under her bottom lip and pull her mouth open so that her lips part. “You want to know what I’m thinking, Pocket?” I whisper.
She nods, her mouth is open with my thumb resting on her bottom lip.
“I’m imagining how you’ll look with my cock in your mouth.”
Chapter 2
Tully
My eyes widen and my heart begins to race.
What the fuck? Did he really just say that out loud? His thumb is resting on my bottom lip.
I pull away from his thumb, and I run my tongue over the burning spot from his touch. “I’m not the type of girl you think I am,” I tell him. “In fact, I’m offended by the insinuation that you think I’m a slut.”
A trace of a smile crosses his face. “Is that so?” He pulls back from me and turns his attention back to my knee.
“That is so,” I snap.
“Forgive me.” His eyes come back up to meet mine. “I’m not normally like this, but you…” His voice trails off.
But I what? What was he going to say?
His large frame takes over the room. His jaw is square, his eyes are dark, and goddamn it if he isn’t the most handsome man I’ve seen in my life. He looks down at me, electricity buzzing between us.