Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes, shuffle my feet, and then say, “It’s turned.”
She points her head in my direction for a few seconds, like she knows I’m lying. But she doesn’t dare pull the t-shirt up to take a look. Just gives in again, letting out another breath, and feels her way over to the toilet.
I’m really not into bathroom kink. Like, at all. As in, never once entered my mind, not even as a teenager. But I have to admit, there’s something kinda sexy about watching her hike up her dress and pull down a pair of silky white panties.
She doesn’t sit, she balances like she’s peeing outside, which make me roll my eyes again, but this time I smile a little and then I really do turn my back.
“Thank you,” she says.
“For what?”
“Finally turning around.”
“Whatever.”
When she’s done, she rearranges her clothes, spends a good minute washing her hands, and then starts reaching around for a towel.
I hand her a rag, which has old paint on it and smells pretty bad. Her body shivers for a moment, but she doesn’t say nothing.
I grab her shoulder and point her in the right direction. “Come on, then. To the kitchen for water and… whatever I can find to eat.”
“Oh, I get food too? That’s nice, thank you.”
“Don’t start being all polite and shit. I don’t like it.”
“What kind of person doesn’t like when people are polite?”
“It’s not the polite part I don’t like, it’s the fake part. I don’t like fake people and everyone in this town is fake.”
“Well, I’m very sorry my parents brought me up proper and my good manners annoy you. Would you like me to call you names instead?”
“How about you just shut up?”
“Well, someone’s mama didn’t care much about manners.”
“My mother was sick from the day I was born and died when I was five, so I guess she just didn’t have the time for teaching me manners.”
My revelation makes her go quiet. It’s not even a lie, either. My mother did die when I was five, so I was raised by my father. And being a general, he very much cared about when and how I spoke. I would not call it manners, per se, more like protocols and etiquette.
But this one here isn’t gonna get any military etiquette from me.
We reach the kitchen and Clover starts feeling around for the table. When she finds it, she takes a seat, stretching out her legs and letting out a breath of air that comes off as relief.
Which makes me glance down at her feet. “You really did a number on those heels of yours.”
“Tell me about it. They hurt.”
I walk over to my backpack on the floor and bring it back over to the table. “Don’t blame me for that. I never told you to kick the stairs until you were bloody.”
“It was the only way I had to get your attention. And I can live with the consequences if you’re gonna give me a drink.”
“You could’ve drunk the tap water in the bathroom.” I can’t see her whole face because of the t-shirt, but I can see part of her mouth and she’s scowling. “Something wrong with the tap water?”
“Well, I thought of that, but it smelled rusty. Was it rusty?”
“I didn’t notice, but I wouldn’t drink it.” I’m reaching into my pack as I say this, and my hand bumps up against a stainless-steel container. I pull it out, unscrew the cap, and place it in front of her. “There. Take as much as you want. It’s been filtered.”
“I’ll drink it all. You’re not thirsty?”
“Just worry about yourself, princess. I’ll take care of me.” Then I take a seat across from her and kick out my legs.
She’s taking a sip of her water when she stops, pointing her face in my direction. “Do I get to eat? I didn’t eat this morning because I was so stunned about being fired. Oh, my God, how is this the same day? I can’t believe they fired me. After all my hard work. And kicked me out of my cottage! Do you know what that asshole did?”
“What asshole?”
“My boss! He fucking packed up my cottage, put all my shit in a trailer, and then told me to haul it away. He didn’t even pay for the trailer! I have to pay those people when I drop it off. Back in Virginia, by the way! Like… what the fuck, ya know? All this time I thought he was a nice guy, but I was wrong. I hate when I’m wrong about people.”
I spy a pout form underneath that t-shirt and now I’m kinda thinking about how she might actually be pretty. I didn’t really have a chance to get a good look at her when I was busy tackling and tying her up this morning. But she is. Even with the blindfold mostly covering her face, I can see it.