Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Don’t you have one of your floozies warming your bed? How did daddy get you out there to rescue me anyway? Aren’t you usually too busy to get involved with anything that isn’t wearing a skirt or a bikini string up her ass?” This was the other reason I steered clear of her, her damn mouth. For some reason once she’d come home from college a little over a year ago, it has been open season on yours truly. I’m not sure what set her off, but one day out of the blue she’d let me know what she thought of me, and my lifestyle and none of it was good.
I’d been too pissed then to see what was really going on, but now I had a sneaky suspicion that the hellcat was harboring some secrets of her own. No woman ripped into a man like that about what went on in his bed, unless she was one of two things. A, mad that she wasn’t the one warming it, or B, mad that she had been kicked out. Back then I was so used to her damn mouth that I just chalked it up to one of her spells, now I wasn’t so sure. For now I decided not to call her on her bullshit, there was way too much tension in my truck as it was.
“You’re welcome, I just saved your ungrateful ass from jail time because if you had killed them, not even your grandpa would’ve been able to spin it.” She huffed and folded her arms while looking out the window. “It was mitigating circumstances, weren’t a jury anywhere in this state that won’t see it my way.” I’m sure she believed that shit.
“Spoilt little…” I broke off before I said more than I meant to as I turned the truck around in her family’s driveway and headed next door to mine. Though we were next door to each other, it wasn’t as if we were right on top of each other. There were still a good few acres between us on one side, but our land abutted each other in back for miles. Between the two of us, her daddy and I owned more than half the town in landmass.
I had to practically drag her from the truck once we stopped, because she was being a pain in the ass. “Would you quit acting the brat?” She had stiffened up on me, forcing me to lift her and take her up the stairs to my door. “I didn’t ask to be here so if you want me here you can damn well do all the work.” I wonder how she’d like it if I tapped her on that nose of hers that she was so fond of putting in the air. “Get inside.”
Once inside she kept her nose in the air and refused the seat I offered her on the bar stool in the kitchen. “What’s your problem now?” I need a drink. One hour in her presence and already I was ready to chew nails. “I’ve seen the caliber of female you bring home, at the risk of catching the latest social infection I think I’ll remain standing thank you very much.”
“This little…” I damn near bit my tongue in half to keep it zipped. She was just trying to get under my skin because her life was fucked right about now. I wasn’t about to play into her little diva game though, I’m nine years her senior, I know better. Maybe what Ms. Camille needed was a good fucking to calm her little ass down, but I’m sure if I mentioned it she’d run screaming for bloody murder.
“Suit yourself, I take that to mean you don’t want anything to eat or drink either.” I reached in the fridge for the makings of a sandwich. Her daddy had called me just around dinnertime and I hate heated up pot roast and potatoes, so the next best thing was a sandwich. I ignored her as I set about getting myself something to eat.
“I’ll have bottled water, that ought to be safe enough.” If her damn nose got any higher she’d smell the roof. I ignored her and left her to get her own water while I built my sandwich. Under cover of my lashes I noticed that there were no tear tracks on her face. If there had been any she’d cleaned them up already and I don’t see how she could’ve done that unless she’d stopped in the middle of her shooting spree to take care of it.
Her face I did notice, was set in very severe lines, like she was beyond pissed, and I knew it had nothing to do with our little skirmish. From the set of her mouth and the tension in her shoulders, I knew my little Hothouse flower was working with a full head of steam. Her fists were balled up tight and from the way she glowered out the back window I knew she hadn’t really calmed down. Still there were no tears, not even a hint of moisture in her eyes.