Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"The sandwich would have dried cranberries and a hint of..."
My mind wanders, my thoughts going back to that night a week ago. I can't stop thinking about the noises she made, her whimpers right in my ear when I covered her with my body. I ache to taste her again, to fill her up until she asks me to wait and let her body adjust to my cock. I want her short nails digging into my back, her thighs squeezing me at my sides.
"Is that something you'd be interested in?"
"What?"
Her growl affects my body the same way it would if she had been right in front of me, letting that fiery attitude of hers take control.
I reach down and adjust my cock, catching Ethan's eyes as he watches Zac get into his car and leave.
The college student spins his tires, but the older model Mazda just doesn't have the power needed to cause the scene he's hoping for. I shake my head and turn my back on the guys working so I can focus on Riley.
"You want me to repeat all of that?" she snaps, clearly annoyed with my lack of focus.
Hell, I'm annoyed that she has any effect on me at all.
"I just need you to come and cook a meal for the McGees," I say. "It doesn't have to be fancy."
"I'm not making chicken and dumplings," she says, picking up the conversation from the bar last week. "I'm available tomorrow. I can do a sampling menu and you can decide what you want me to cook for them."
"Tomorrow is great," I say. "But it can't be a sampling. It has to be the full meal."
"I think—"
"I already invited them," I explain. "So you'll just need to come and cook."
Silence fills the line for so long, I have to pull my phone away from my ear and stare down at the damn thing to make sure she hasn't hung up.
"Riley?"
"Let me get this straight. You promised someone in town that I'll cook for them without asking me, and you just assume that I'm free and can do what you want when you want me to do it."
"When you put it that way, it really makes me seem like an asshole," I mutter.
"Oh, there's no doubt that you're an asshole," she clarifies.
"I trust that what you make will be amazing," I say, trying to soften her mood.
I like it when she's feisty, but I can't have her being so angry that she refuses.
"I'm busy tomorrow."
"You just said you were available," I argue.
"I just had someone book through my online scheduling."
"Liar," I lament. "I checked your website. It hasn't been updated since last year."
"Word Press is hard for some people," she hisses.
"That's why you hire that shit out."
"Not everyone has enough work to keep them busy five days a week, Mr. I Get All The Jobs In Town."
"Maybe you'd have more work if you didn't lie about being busy."
Another lengthy silence fills the line, and this time I wait her out.
She may hate me. She may not want to work with me, but I know she needs this job as much as I need her to do it.
"They'll be at my house at six in the evening," I explain. "I figure you can determine what time you need to be there with that information. I look forward to tasting you. Your food I mean. See you tomorrow."
I hang up, feeling like a complete fucking idiot.
It's clear that the woman hates me, but there was no faking what we shared last week. Hate sex can be great sex, right? She doesn't have to like me to come on my cock.
I pray that I'm right and that she won't forgo a business opportunity because I was a dick. It's not like I'll ever explain to her why I did it.
It makes me too vulnerable. Much in the same way I feel thinking about the McGees choosing someone else when it’s always been Hammertime Construction trucks outside of the renovations that have taken place downtown. I feel like a failure already, having to jump through so many hoops for this local family. Our work history should prove itself, but at the same time, I understand how bad the economy is.
The McGees picking someone from the city would be based solely on that bottom line, not on the quality of the work. There isn't anyone who is going to show that old theater the care it needs as my team would. I can't lower my bid, or I'll be working for free and I have bills to pay as much as the next person.
"Ready for lunch, boss?" Ethan asks as he digs around in the middle of his utility van.
The man is always prepared for everything, and I like that about him.
"We're starving," Donnie says, speaking for both him and his twin Ronnie. "What's on the menu?"