Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
There was never anytime for boys or romance, and I never really thought I was missing anything until I woke up one morning, and it dawned on me. I'm a single woman in her late twenties, and I've only had one boyfriend, and that was when I first started college. Hell, it ended almost as fast as it began. After I dumped him, I never had a desire to get another one, always thinking I would have time later to find a man to spend my life with; besides, I didn’t feel like I was missing anything seeing as in my experience, sex really isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. Now every time I see a cute family or a dad holding his child, my mind goes into baby-making mode. I made the mistake of telling gran that I was thinking about looking into dating again five months ago, and she has been trying to set me up with all of her friends' grandsons since.
“How else are you supposed to meet a man and give me great grandbabies to love on?” I pull into the parking spot in front of the seniors’ community center.
“You're supposed to let me find him. Not thrust every available bachelor in my direction, gran,” I tell her sternly.
“I just want what's best for you, dearie. No one should be alone,” she says, patting me on my cheek. I lean over and give her a big hug. Damn, I love this woman no matter how much she drives me bonkers.
“I'm never alone as long as I got you.” She chuckles before kissing my cheek and getting out of the car.
“You have a ride home, yes?” I ask before she can close the door. She gets a big grin on her face.
“Oh yes! Robby said he’d be more than willing to take me home.”
“Eww, I do not need to hear about your sexcapades, woman. La la la la,” I exclaim as I cover my ears with my hands. She throws her head back in laughter.
“Then I suggest you get out of here,” she says, still chuckling. With a wave, I am off and on my way to my meeting. Luckily, I am only fifteen minutes late by the time I get to the building.
Fifteen quickly turned into twenty as the elevator seems to take me up into the clouds. The trip up to the 46th floor gave me time to go over my presentation in my head and make sure that I don't look as messy as I feel. By the time I get to the receptionist’s desk, it's 5:50, and it looks like she is waiting for me to get here before she leaves.
“Hi, I am Tatum. I'm here to see Mr. Leblanc. I had a 5:30 with him. I am so sorry I am so late,” I say as I come to a stop at her desk. She smiles at me, and I instantly liked her. She clicks a few buttons on the computer before she stands up and grabs her purse and coat.
“It’s not a problem, dear. He is expecting you. He told me to send you right in.” I make my way towards his office and lightly knock on the open door frame. I look up, and what do I see? A huge man built like a linebacker clicking away on a computer. My feet don't seem to want to move.
He doesn’t look up from his computer as he says, “come in.”
Dear lord, his voice is like smooth whiskey warming me from the inside out.
Damn. is it hot in here? Why aren't my feet moving? Get it together, woman.
Chapter Three
Joshua
I am lost in my work when there is a knock at my door. I automatically think that it is Janey, so when I don’t hear anything from that side of the room, I whip my head up, and my eyes connect with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my fantasy woman, the one I dream about, has suddenly appeared before me. For a split second, I wonder if I am dreaming until I hear Janey out in the hall.
“Have a good evening, Mr. Leblanc.”
“You too,” I call, still unable to take my eyes off of the vision in front of me. I hear the ding of the elevator and realize I am now alone with this ethereal being. She’s curvy as hell, with expressive green eyes that have widened at the sight of me. My eyes scan down her body as covertly as possible. She’s short, but then again, most people are when compared to my 6’4 frame. She’s got big tits, way more than a handful, and man, those hips she’s rocking would be perfect for gripping while fucking her from behind. Her longish legs would look good wrapped around my waist or my ears. Her black hair is almost blue. Where did she come from? Did I conjure her up from dreams? Damn, I’m imagining it all now. All the sexual fantasies I’ve ever had, and they starred her.