Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Morning, Booker, what can I get you?”
I look up and see Joy waiting to take my order. My eyes shift to the back of the restaurant like I can will Sabrina to make an appearance.
As if Joy can read my mind, she bends down a little. “Your girl’s in the back helping George with the books.”
For a second I think about pretending that I don’t know who she’s talking about, but Joy isn’t stupid, and I’m not going to treat her like she is. Instead, I nod. “All right.”
“He’s busy in the kitchen. Why don’t you pop your head in the office?” She gives me a wink before straightening up. “I think she’ll be happy to see you.”
I can’t help the grin that tugs at the corner of my mouth as I get up from the booth and go to the back of the diner. There’s a swinging door that separates the back from the front, and when I push it open, I see George and another guy are over the griddle and not paying me any attention. The office is farther back, and the door is ajar.
When I peek inside, I see her sitting there, still in her waitress uniform but sorting through papers. She’s got the cutest expression on her face as her nose crinkles and she tries to make sense of whatever it is she’s reading. There’s a pencil in her mouth, and every now and then she takes it out and scribbles something before putting it back.
I watch her for a long time, but eventually I need her to look at me, so I clear my throat.
She must have been deep in thought because as soon as she sees me standing there, she lets out a squeal of fright, and the pencil drops from between her lips. I’m pretty sure she hops out of her seat about a foot in the air because when she comes back down, her tits are jiggling. I make a mental note to do that to her more often.
“Booker,” she says and then puts a hand over her heart. “What are you doing back here?” She looks behind me like someone could be watching us. “Did George say you could be back here?”
“Joy gave me permission.” I shrug. “That seems to be about the same.”
“Good point,” she agrees, and I don’t miss how her eyes move up and down my body.
I’ve got on what feels like my own uniform. Jeans and boots with a thick flannel shirt and a cowboy hat. I’ve probably got a dozen of the same things because I don’t deviate from the things I like. I’m not one for change or to try something new, but everything about Sabrina makes me want to turn my life upside down.
“I need you,” I tell her, and her eyes snap to mine.
“Oh, right, for the tour thing.”
I want to correct her and tell her I need her for a lot more than that, but I don’t want to scare her off just yet. “I wrote down my number and address. Can you come by tonight?”
“Um...” She hesitates as I hold out the piece of paper and wait for her to take it.
“It can be after you get off work.”
Finally she takes the paper from me, and the feel of her soft fingers against mine is like a jolt of lightning.
“Okay,” she agrees and pulls the paper close to her like I might try to take it back.
“You know how to ride?” I lick my lips before I look down at her curves and think about all the ways I’d like to break her in.
“What?” Her cheeks burn, and I wonder if her pussy lips are the same color. “Oh, ride horses?”
“Sure,” I say, not bothering to clarify.
“No, I’ve never been on one.”
“I see.” I cock my head to the side before I push away from the door. “You come out to the ranch tonight, and I’ll teach you how.”
With that, I walk out of the office feeling ten foot tall and bulletproof. Joy winks at me on the way out, and I tip my hat in her direction. I’ll have to remember to thank her later.
Chapter Five
Sabrina
I’m a bit surprised at how long it took for George to come and pepper me with questions about Booker coming back here. Then I found out there was a late rush of orders he had to help cover.
He has a weird crush on Booker. “Crush” might not be the right word. I know it’s mainly about money, and I bet that’s hard for Booker. You never know if someone wants to talk to you and be friendly because they actually enjoy being around you or if they are after something you have. No wonder Booker can be standoffish.
I have the opposite problem. For the most part, people avoid me like the plague, but I still hear their comments under their breath. That was the nice part about working back here in the office. I don’t enjoy being by myself because I get lonely, but it’s better than being around people who hate you for things beyond your control.