Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
The girls who were washing this car scowled at me, gave me disgusted looks, and stormed off to help their other bikini-clad friends roll all over the hoods of the cars instead of actually washing them.
I’m here to work.
Mostly, I’m here to piss Riggs off, and I have no doubt by the glares he has been giving me while talking to men in business suits, that it’s working.
I wiggle my bottom as I spray the car, doing a little dance.
I’m mid-way through when the one and only Kyla strolls over, looking like she just walked off the runway and into the parking lot. She’s wearing a tiny, and I mean tiny, pink bikini. Her long blond hair is flowing down her back, just slightly damp, like she’s had a small spray of water but hasn’t actually touched it. She’s walking around like she owns the place, and I’ve been just waiting for her to approach me.
“Why are you here?” she asks, crossing her arms as she stops in front of me. “I know Riggs wouldn’t want you half naked, scaring off his customers.”
“Why not?” I ask innocently. “Riggs and I go way back. He loves what I’ve got rollin’ around.”
She snorts. “As if, he can’t stand you. I can see why. Girls like you shouldn’t wear bikini’s, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Girls like me?” I ask, batting my eyelashes innocently. “What do you mean?”
“I swear,” Ramona mutters, but I wink at her. I’ve got a plan for Kyla, she doesn’t need to worry about that.
“You know exactly what I mean,” Kyla scoffs, crossing her arms.
“Nope, I really don’t.”
“Fat,” she scowls. “Fat girls.”
Fat.
Fat.
I hate that word.
Hate it. Despise it.
Not because I think I’m fat, hell, I’ve never thought I was fat. I might not have a thin body, but I have curves and a booty to die for. I’m fucking beautiful and this bitch is insulting me.
I take the hose, aim it at her face, and let the trigger go.
It sprays her so hard her screams echo through the parking lot.
She squeals, hands waving, as I spray her right in the face, not flinching away even when Riggs storms over and grabs my arm, jerking it away so he gets soaked in water but Kyla is no longer being sprayed.
“Oh, my god,” Kyla screeches. “I just had my hair done. You bitch. You fat cow.”
“What the fuck did you just call her?” Riggs asks, releasing my arm.
“She’s a fucking whale. Why is she here? She sprayed me. Do you have any idea how much my hair cost, Riggs? Ugh. Oh, my god. Get her out.”
Riggs walks over and very calmly takes Kyla’s arm, pulling her in so she can hear him when he growls, “Get your shit, and get the fuck out of my parking lot before I use my boot and kick your spoiled fuckin’ ass out.”
She blinks at him, suddenly not concerned about her hair anymore. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You want me to leave, over her? Look at her.”
“I’ve looked at her. There’s not a fuckin’ thing wrong with her. You could take some tips. Now get the fuck out before I make a scene that’ll ruin you.”
“You’re a pig!” she cries, turning and storming off, heels slapping against the pavement.
Riggs turns to me, eyes angry. “You’ve made your fuckin’ point. Now leave.”
“But I was having fun,” I say, kind of in awe that he just stood up for me.
“This matters to me, do you fuckin’ hear me? I’ve let it go on long enough. You either clean those fuckin’ cars with manners, or you get the fuck out.”
Oh, boy.
He’s mad.
Like really mad.
I nod. “Got it. Clean the cars. I’m onto it.”
I turn and walk off, my heart racing.
Ramona’s eyes are big when I get back to the car she’s suddenly very busy cleaning.
“That. Was. Epic,” she breathes.
“He’s super angry. I really pissed him off.”
Ramona gives me an awkward smile and shrugs. “Well, at least you are both back in your places now and the turf war is back on, right?”
Yeah.
Right.
I suppose it is, but the thing is ...
I’m starting to enjoy having them as neighbors.
10
“SO, BJORN, WHAT DO you do for a living?”
“It’s pronounced Bee-yorn. You’re saying it as if the J is there, but it isn’t.”
I blink.
But there is a J.
A big fucking J.
This dude is weird.
I wish I never agreed to a date, but Mom insisted he was a successful, handsome guy that is the son of one of her work friends, and I should give it a chance. After seeing that Riggs is off with a thousand different women weekly, I figured it was best to get my mind out of the gutter when it comes to him and go on a date.
So, here I am.
Mom was right, Bjorn is certainly handsome, with his slicked-back, dark hair, light-green eyes, and olive skin. He’s well built, dressed nicely, and overall probably a good guy.