Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I eyed Kettle’s steak that had onions and mushrooms smothered over the top and wondered why I’d ordered chicken when I could’ve gotten that.
The corn on his plate wasn’t as appealing, but when he lifted the cob to his mouth and took a bite, I could see the merit of the butter. Especially melted butter when he licked his lips, and then his fingers free of the melted goodness.
“Here y’all go. I took the liberty of giving you the low-fat cheese and sour cream since you didn’t specify what you wanted. For you, I got the low fat ranch dressing.” Shannon said as she placed Viddy’s baked potato, and my hot wings down in front of us.
That dig was directed towards Viddy more than me, since Viddy was busy carrying on a conversation with Trance, whom it was more than obvious Shannon had a thing for with the lingering touches and the shy glances, but I still took offense.
“Uhh, in fact, I would like it if you brought us both out the real kind. The other stuff doesn’t taste as good.” I all but growled, causing the table to chuckle.
I was pretty particular about food.
I liked it to taste good, and I liked to eat a lot of it.
Silas handed over his ranch that he wasn’t using. I thanked him readily.
“Are you hungry?” Trance asked me while eyeing my plate of chicken wings.
“A little,” I said picking up a hot wing and devouring the meat from the bone.
At one point, I’d had to stop due to no more ranch, and had to resort to the low fat shit that Shannon had brought earlier.
“Ick,” I said after my first taste. “I need some more real stuff.”
Deciding to risk it, I started to scarf down my wings like a man. Only after I’d finished nearly half of the hot wings did I realize that I really should’ve waited for the ranch. My mouth was on fire, and I started panting. It wasn’t surprising that I had no drink, either.
I wasn’t sure who gave it to me, but a cup of half-eaten ranch was set on the table beside the shitty ranch, allowing me to finish my meal without having to wait twenty minutes for Shannon to get back.
After finishing the very last wing, I fell back into my seat with a groan, brought my fingers up to my mouth, and was in the process of licking them clean when I realized the entire table was staring at me as if I’d grown horns.
“What?” I asked as I finally settled on Kettle to look at.
He only shook his head and went back to his half eaten steak.
“Did I eat too fast or something?” I asked warily.
Viddy, the cruel bitch, chimed in at that point. “No, you just did your Hoover Vacuum impression in front of a bunch of hot guys that make a living being bad ass. You also ate the hottest wing on the menu without even batting an eyelash. They’re just impressed.”
“I didn’t eat that fast.” I grumbled, tearing open my wipe package and cleaning my fingers of the stickiness.
“Actually, you did. You’ve got sucking the meat off a hot wing down to a fine art.” Dixie said, waving his hand in front of my face wildly.
Then I saw Kettle shift, move his hand down to his crotch, and adjust himself before he cut into his steak again, causing my face to flame.
Thirty minutes, a slice of cheesecake, and another glass of sweet tea later, Kettle was standing beside my rental car as I leaned against it.
“How much longer are they going to be on your car?” Kettle asked, eyeing the car with disgust.
I felt the same way. I hated the rental car. Especially after I was used to driving my own car. This car was too bland for my tastes, and didn’t have the get-up-and-go my own car had.
I missed my baby.
I sighed. “I don’t even think they’ve looked at it yet. They said they had some paying customers come in that they had to do first, and then they’d get to mine since mine was an insurance job.”
Although I could understand the reasoning, I hated that they weren’t even looking at it until they felt like it.
It wasn’t my fault that jackass had hit me.
A clunk, thunk, and then a curse came from the side of the car, and we both looked up to see Viddy holding her forehead. “Oww.”
“Your sister just hit her head on the door,” Kettle observed, slightly concerned.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “She does that quite a bit. She doesn’t like to draw attention to it though, so just act like you didn’t notice.”
“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly.
I guessed it went against the grain of my personality not to help those in need, but I knew my twin sister like the back of my hand. I knew that Viddy wouldn’t like help, and she hated calling attention to her weakness.
I’d learned long ago not to even bother with helping her if she had her mind set against help. Which was why I had a scar that ran along the underside of my chin from where my sister threw a vase at my head because I had the nerve to offer to assist Viddy outside for prom our senior year.
“Well, thank you again for dinner. You didn’t have to buy ours, but I appreciate it anyway.” I smiled at Kettle.
Then I noticed how close we were standing. How very, very close.
“Kettle?” I breathed.
Kettle’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes went from my mouth, where they’d been staring, to my eyes, and the sexual awareness that flashed in them fairly electrified my nerve endings.
He leaned in, pressing me slightly against the door of my car, and leaned in until he was only a hairsbreadth away before he said, “Yeah?”
I could feel the hard ridges of his body where he leaned against me, and then the very hard part of him that I was dying to rub against.
Then my fucking asshole sister honked the horn, making us jump apart like we’d had a vat of boiling oil poured over our heads.