Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"None taken." Jack holds up his hands, smirking like the dang cat that ate the canary. I'm killing him. "Please, feel free to continue like I'm not even here."
"Oh my god," I whisper, glaring at my boss, who is practically choking on his tongue to keep from falling into a fit of laughter. This isn't the first time someone has hit on me at work. It happens more than I'd like. People seem to think that flirting with the barista is a sure way to get VIP treatment around here. They quickly learn that flattery will get them nowhere with me.
But Jack loves watching the show anyway. This is one show that needs to end soon, however. Noah may have starred in most of my fantasies for the last few years, but I'm not falling for his crap. No way. Not when I know he's reporting back to my brother.
"Where are we going to dinner tonight?"
"Excuse me?" I blink, caught off guard by the question.
"Dinner tonight," Noah repeats. "Where do you want to go after you show me around town?"
"Um, I am not showing you around town," I protest, gaping at him.
"You don't want to show me around?"
"Yes. No. I mean, I didn't agree to this." I huff out a breath, scraping my wild hair behind my ears as I try to regain my composure. Why did I even get out of bed this morning?
"Then we'll skip the tour and go straight to dinner. What time do you get off?"
I stare at Noah for a moment, trying to decide if I want to kill my brother now or make him suffer first. My crush is standing in front of me, talking about taking me to dinner…and we both know he's only doing it because Nash put him up to it.
"She gets off at five today."
"No, I don't." I cut my eyes at Jack. "Can you please go away? You aren't helping."
My boss backs away slowly, fighting laughter. The jerk.
"Look, I'm not sure why you owe my brother," I say to Noah once we're alone, "but you can just tell him that you're checking in and everything is great. No need to follow through. You two can call it even, and he'll never hear differently from me. But I do not need a babysitter, and we are not going to dinner."
Noah listens attentively to my little speech, nodding along. He gets it, thank God. I won't have to dodge him all over town just to keep him from reporting my every move to my crazy brother.
Note to self: murder Nash next time you see him. This is beyond too much.
"Do you feel better now that you've gotten that off your chest?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
Noah's deep chuckle does illegal things to forbidden places. "Good, because I'm not lying to your brother. I'm a man of my word, Dimples. Now, what time do you get off?"
"What time do I…what?" I splutter. He can't be serious!
His soft laughter rolls over me in a wave. "What time does your shift end, baby? I'll swing back by then to pick you up."
I gape at him, not sure if he's lost his mind or if I have. Did he not hear anything I said? "I'm not going anywhere with you," I growl. "I don't care what kind of favor you owe Nash. My life is my own."
"Good to know. I'll make sure to tell him that if he calls." Noah leans over the counter, his eyes locking on mine. "But I'll still be here when you get off."
Dear God, my brother sent a madman to babysit me.
Chapter Two
Noah
Nash Whatley is an asshole beneath his nice guy exterior. He pretends he's a friend, but in actuality, he's a secret keeping, sister hiding bastard.
How did I not know his little sister was a goddess? Better yet, why didn't he warn me that I was about to walk right into my future?
Because he's an asshole, that's why.
As soon as I make it back to my truck, I send him a text telling him as much.
Me: You're an asshole.
I barely manage to start the truck before my phone rings.
"What did she do?" His growl echoes through the speakers.
"Hello to you, too." I smile, not surprised by his lack of greeting. Nash has no chill and no time to waste. He's been the same way for as long as I've known him. No one was surprised when he got called up to the NHL to take my place when their original replacement couldn't hack it. He's a beast with an iron will.
"What'd she do?" he repeats.
"It's what you did, fucker," I peer through the windshield at the coffee shop, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She's fucking gorgeous. It's really no wonder he keeps her hidden when she looks like she does. Her auburn hair and green eyes are killer, especially paired with those dimples and her wicked curves. "You failed to tell me that she's pissed."