Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Cleaning out the cluttered mess in the lower level.
Deep cleaning all the bathrooms.
Scrubbing of tiles.
Organization.
I read what I’d written out loud, glancing up when I was finished. “Does that sound like something you’re interested in?”
His body went visibly stiff. “Yeah, it does.” His blue eyes seemed to darken, and I felt my heart hiccup a little at the look he gave me. I was a little taken aback by the way he stared at me. It was this intense, penetrating look that had my pussy becoming even wetter and my nipples aching.
I needed to get my mind on a more professional level for myself, because I was feeling a little bit too intimate in this moment. I shifted on the seat, straightened, and any words that would’ve left me froze in the center of my throat.
“I’d like the full gamut of what you offer. Everything and anything.”
I felt one of my eyebrows lift up curiously, my mind instantly going into the gutter at his words. I slowly closed my binder. “You’re sure? You want the entire thing?”
He nodded once, his expression unreadable once again.
I swallowed and nodded too. “Well, I have to let you know that will probably take quite a while, since it’s only me, and the price can get kind of expensive, since you want the whole house cleaned.” I worried my bottom lip, because the truth was money and cleaning his house was the last thing on my mind.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he was so large just sitting there, his shoulders so broad, the muscles underneath his shirt so pronounced. I crossed my legs, but that just added pressure to my clit. I bit my bottom lip again. I knew I was perpetually flushed. I felt it.
“I want it all, Landry.”
God, the way he said that made me think he meant a hell of a lot more than just using my cleaning service.
Or maybe that’s just what I hoped.
Chapter Six
Big
I was a chickenshit; that was for sure. And I kept thinking that, feeling that for the past couple days, ever since Landry left my house, ever since we made the plan for her to come back and start.
And I knew she’d been surprised when I told her I wanted the works of what she offered, for her to do my whole house. The truth was, I didn’t give a shit about my house being clean. I didn’t care about how long it took her or how much it cost.
I just wanted her in my house, close to me.
In fact, I didn’t even want her to clean my house. My plan was to straighten everything up right before she came over so she didn’t have to do anything, so she could be there, and maybe then I’d have the balls to talk to her, to tell her the truth. But then on the heels of that thought, I wondered if the house was too clean, would she be here even less time? And I sure as hell didn’t want that. I wanted Landry here as long as she would stay.
I wanted her here forever.
She’d estimated it would take a good two weeks for her to clean every room. She kept apologizing for it taking so long, but I assured her I was in no hurry. I knew she owned the business alone, was the lone person doing all the work. I applauded her for that. I was actually very proud she took the initiative to do the hard work.
She was perfect for me in every single fucking way.
I heard her vehicle approach, and instantly my body reacted.
My heart raced.
My palms started sweating.
My muscles tightened.
My mouth dried as I walked over to the front door and opened it before she was even out of her car. I watched as she went to the passenger side back seat and opened the door, bending over to grab her things. My vision was trained right on her ass, that plump, apple-shaped bottom that instantly had my dick stiffer than a lead pipe.
I turned my back to her and reached down to adjust my growing erection. My cock was getting harder by the second, and I knew if I didn’t get the asshole in line, Landry would come face-to-face with this monster.
Baseball.
Washing clothes.
Doing charity work.
I was thinking of anything and everything to stop my arousal, but when I heard her car door shut, knew she was coming my way, that desire rose right back to the surface.
I had a bunch of shit to do, work that needed done, cabinets that had to be designed before they could be built, but I knew having Landry in the house meant I was going to get nothing done.
I was going to track her, watch her. I was going to see what she was doing, watch her every little move. I was going to memorize every single inch of her until it was ingrained in my very body. I wanted to see her in my home, in the home I wanted to share with her. It might have seemed fucking insane to others, but this was how I felt, what I wanted. And the sooner I made Landry realize that, the faster I could claim her.