Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Shit.
If I don’t get out of here, Marigold will never forgive me. That woman is stubborn as hell and she’d never admit it, but she’s also skittish as hell. I want her though—and the more I have her, the more want bleeds into need.
I turn to go back to look on the other side of the room, accidently hitting the side of her desk and stubbing my toe. It scoots against the floor. I limp over to the bed and sit down, holding my toe and cursing under my breath. Part of my damn toenail is hanging at an odd angle, and I grab it with my thumb and forefinger and yank it the rest of the way off. “Owwww!” I cry. “Marigold is going to spend her whole vacation choking on my cock and begging for more to make up for this shit.”
After massaging at least some of the pain out of toes, the one place I haven’t look comes to mind. I throw my pants down on the floor by the bed for two reasons. First, because wood floors are cold as hell and two, I’m a ball player, my knees are valuable to my bottom line. I kneel on them, realizing the pants don’t stop the cold that much. My cock stretches out raking against the clothes and I hiss out a breath.
“I should be inside Marigold right now all warm and tightly squeezed in heaven. Instead, my cock is slinging out on a floor cold enough to make it want to crawl inside my balls.” I throw the sheets and blanket up on the mattress so I can peer underneath the bed. I see a flash of white under there, so I reach under to drag it out. It feels to thick and squishy to be socks, but in for a penny, in for a pound. I pull it out and frown when I realize it’s just a white T-shirt. I look at it, wondering idly if I’ve seen her in it before. Something wiggles under my hand, shocking me.
“What the hell?”
I yank the fabric apart and stare down at the ugliest rat I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s black and white. The hair is almost busy and going in a million directions. Its little beady eyes stare at me, shiny white teeth glow as it makes some rat noise. Before I can drop the damn thing, it latches onto my hand biting me.
“Motherfucker!”
I sling it away from me, shaking my hand. I try to inspect it to see if I’m bleeding when the freaking rat comes charging back and pounces on my damn dick, using it like a trampoline to bounce onto my stomach.
“Get the fuck away from me! Son of a bitch!” I scream, grabbing it with both hands and throwing it off me.
I stand up and I swear the rat is three feet away from me, staring me down like we’re at the O.K. Corral, preparing for a gunfight. I think I’m seeing things when he goes on his back legs as if it was standing and holds up its other two little rat hands like he’s cracking his freaking knuckles. Then, the damn thing starts running to me again.
I jump up quicker than I’ve ever moved in my life. Hell, Green would be impressed at how fast I am. If I wasn’t scared, I was about to get attacked by the demon rat from hell, I would be proud of me. I make it to Marigold’s desk. I start to climb up on her office chair but instead I shove it out, hoping it will stop the damn rodent from coming at me. That was stupid, I can admit that. I should have known that wouldn’t stop the thing. This is some kind of outer space rat, or one that’s been made smarter by scientists like in the movies, because he just jumps over the leg. He makes it to me, and I jump up on the damn desk just as he latches onto my foot. It drops to the floor as I shake my foot, but I swear it’s jumping up to try reach me again. I get down on all fours on Marigold’s desk. Her shit is going everywhere, but I don’t have time to worry about that right now. I reach down and open a drawer, wrapping my hand around the biggest object I can find. I lean down and start slapping at the rat with it. If I can reach the damn thing, I will show him just why I have one of the best RBI’s in the league.
“What the hell is going on here?” I hear a man growl as Marigold’s door swings open.
I look at the door and hold my head down. Marigold is there but so are her mom and dad.