Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
She playfully shoved my shoulder, then held up her hand and studied the new sparkler decorating her finger.
I wasn’t the only one having good days around here. I was crazy happy for her and Jamie.
“We got the DJ locked in,” Tori shared after she was finished beaming.
“Hell, yes!” I held my hand up and she high-fived me.
“Whoo! I am pumped!” Tori exclaimed.
Kali came hurrying over carrying a tray. “DJ?” she asked Tori.
Tori gave her a thumbs-up as she backed away.
“Yes.” Kali shimmied her hips while sitting her tray down on the counter.
Now with the DJ, we were all set.
“Cole and I are working the kissing booth,” Kali shared, looking all kinds of happy about that.
I’d been assigned face painting.
It seemed appropriate, considering my skills with a brush.
“Not sure what kind of money we’re gonna drum up if you two are only kissing each other,” I joked.
Kali blushed, then quickly replied, “Hey, I’d pay to see that.”
“Oooh, nice!” I winked at her and she giggled.
After collecting the paid tabs that were waiting for me on the two remaining tables I had left, I decided a break was in order.
I had yet to take one today and couldn’t earlier, thanks to the rush, and now, as I swung myself up on the counter and peered through the kitchen window, enjoying my current view of Sean’s ass in those sexy, ratty jeans he wore, I was craving a breather.
J.R. stepped up in front of me.
“You’re blocking my view,” I murmured.
He paused chopping up some garnish and peered up at me, smiling. “My bad.”
“Hey,” I whispered, leaning closer and getting his eyes again. “Can you cover things so Sean can take a break?”
“Yeah. He need one?”
“Probably not, but I do.”
J.R. grinned. “If the lounge is a rocking…” he started.
I slid off the counter, laughing.
I was not planning on banging Sean at work, at least not during business hours. But a little private make-out session? That I was down for.
I walked around the corner so I could peek inside the kitchen. “Psst.”
Sean glanced over at me, his brows lifting in question.
I gave him a tease of my tongue, slowly licking my upper lip. His eyes lowered to my mouth, and when they met mine again, they were heated.
Break time.
J.R. stepped up beside Sean and slapped his shoulder. “I got this,” I heard him say as I turned and headed for the lounge.
Door swinging closed behind me, I straddled the bench seat and waited.
I did not wait long.
Sean came rushing inside that lounge within seconds, and had the door locked, me straddling his lap instead of the bench, and his tongue inside my mouth before you could say inappropriate workplace conduct.
Typical breaks lasted fifteen minutes, unless you were a smoker, and then you got ten.
Since Sean had given up smoking for the most part once he got his girls back, we both had fifteen minutes to use, and I wasted no time suggesting we combine those fifteen minutes and stay in the lounge for a solid thirty.
Sean mentioned something about us getting fired.
I pretended I didn’t hear him and, in my head, I split the difference. Relationships were about compromise.
We made out for twenty minutes in that lounge like two teenagers who hadn’t done more than kiss yet but wanted to do so much more than kiss.
There was quiet moaning, roaming hands, and hidden marks left from sucking.
It was the best break ever.
Three days later, I was working from home, a full day of clients keeping me busy, and currently enjoying the hell out of one of my favorites who was coming in to get her color touched up.
“Is it weird that I’m using a professional day to get my hair done?” Val asked.
“No way. What’s more professional than kickass hair?”
She laughed and held her hair off her neck while I buttoned the cape around her.
“Are we touching up the pink too?” I asked.
Val met my eyes in the mirror and grinned.
“Rock on.” I gave her shoulders a squeeze, then got to work mixing the color.
">“So, what’s new? School’s out soon, right?” I asked.
“June eleventh.”
“I bet the girls are excited.” I sectioned off Val’s hair and began applying the color.
“Right now, the only thing they care about is us going to the beach this weekend.”
“Oh, that’s fun. Which one?”
“Outer Banks.”
“Nice.” I met her eyes and smiled. “Are you staying through the holiday?”
Val gently nodded since I was holding pieces of her hair. “We have to come home Monday because of school on Tuesday, but it’ll be late. I want to get as much time at the beach with them as I can.”
I pictured Caroline and Fiona building sand castles and jumping waves.
“Well, your hair will look super pretty while you’re sunbathing, that’s for sure.”
Val’s smile turned shy, and she lowered her eyes in the mirror and bit her lip.