Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Okay, sure,” I say sourly. “Will do.”
With that, he grins, flashing a charming white smile.
“Sounds like you have your hands full then,” he says before standing and picking up his bowl to place in the sink. “This was excellent, by the way,” he calls before disappearing into his office. “I look forward to our next meal.”
With that, I’m left alone in the kitchen once more. This man is so incorrigible! But I smile because the ice around Bo North’s heart is melting, and I’ll have him eating out of my hand in no time, just wait and see.
10
Haley
* * *
The next morning, I jumped out of bed. Despite being trapped in a small space with my hellacious boss, I’d spent the previous evening dreaming about his naked bod (without a grilled cheese sandwich in hand), and woke up frustrated, but refreshed at the same time. We had breakfast together, and I kept sneaking looks at the handsome man as we dined on eggs and ham. Why did he have to look like such a big, cuddly bear as he ate his toast?
But Bo evidently doesn’t talk before he has his coffee, and disappeared into the study with a mug in hand shortly after helping me clear the table.
So now, the dishes are done, the kitchen floor swept, and everything in the living room is in its place. It’s time to tackle Bo’s bedroom.
Pushing the door open slowly, I surveyed the scene. The first thing I noticed was how large the room was. It’s interesting because the cabin is a pretty small place, yet the addition of the master suite at least doubled its size. The walls were made of the same hardy wood and there was a giant king-size bed with a big blue comforter on top.
Interestingly, the paintings on his walls were also very sophisticated-looking, filled with abstract shapes in muted navies and greens. A huge armoire stood off to one side, with a door next to it that led to Bo’s en suite.
“Wow,” I mutter, closing the door behind me. Unfortunately, there was also clutter. Loads of it. Heaps of clothes were piled on the chair next to the door, and I spied a full laundry basket in the corner of the room. Not to mention, there were books and work papers scattered on the bedside table, and an empty suitcase leaning against the wall. When did he move in again?
Regardless, I got to work. The heaps of clothes were sorted into two piles, clean and dirty, and the soiled ones formed a new pile that I brought straight to the laundry room. Then, I opened the door to his closet to find a home for the clean ones. Quickly, I hung up a few dress shirts and then cleared some space on a shelf for his sweaters. But my foot stepped on something, and I saw another mess of sweaters lying sloppily next to a box, so I decided to sort those items as well. Dang, how many sweaters can a guy have?
I moved the box out of the way, but then the lid came off, and I stared inside in confusion.
“What is this?” I whispered. My hand reached in to pick one of the items up, but then I pulled back in shock because suddenly, I knew what this was. This was Bo’s collection of sex toys. Holy shit. But they weren’t just any sex toys. There was a huge assortment of implements, including brightly-colored vibrators, dildos, whips, cuffs, and a few other things I couldn’t identify.
“OMG,” I whisper to myself, eyes wide. “Holy shit!”
My hands were trembling and my breathing became erratic. My heart raced at a million miles an hour even as I forced myself to try and calm down. I should just put the lid back on and pretend I didn’t see these. But OMG, does Bo North actually use them? On himself? Or does he have lady friends he plays with? My cheeks burned and I started to moisten, just thinking of the possibilities.
“Stop it, Haley!” I whispered breathily. “Get it together for God’s sake!” But of its own accord, my hand slipped into the box and I pulled out a huge black dildo. The toy had to be at least ten inches long, thick and girthy around the base, with realistic veins running up the sides. It looked amazing, and with a sudden low moan, I leaned forward and licked the tip hungrily, just flicking my tongue along the rubber. It tasted salty, and suddenly I realized what I’d just done. I’d tasted Bo’s seed on the toy, and now, I want more.
11
Bo
* * *
Writing was going well, for a change. I’d had a block for months now, but somehow, with a full belly, the words seem to come easier. Okay scratch that. It’s Haley. Having the sassy girl with me was doing wonders, and I shook my head. I had no idea how important human interaction was until I met her. The character of Eleanor was taking shape at light speed, and although I’d promised not to draw inspiration from my personal life, I reasoned that this was different. Haley was just a temporary distraction, so she wasn’t really part of my life. Not really. She didn’t count.