Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Yes, that’s it,” I told him, getting a little pissy now. “I don’t have much.”
He stared at my bags for another moment before turning on his heel and gesturing for me to follow him. The clubhouse was a two-story, long wooden structure that was pretty non-descriptive. But the inside was gorgeous. It was very rustic with log-cabin-like walls. I felt like I’d stepped back a century the moment I walked through the doors.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed as I took in the dangling, overhead light fixtures and the wall of shelves, which contained numerous liquor bottles.
“Thanks,” he gruffly murmured. “Let me show you where you’re staying.”
We walked up the stairs to the left of us, and he led me to the second door on the right. After pushing it open, he stepped aside and gestured for me to walk through.
The room was gorgeous and looked much like downstairs with the log-cabin-like walls and dark, wooden furniture. It was done in warm colors, and the bedding was black. The air was cool, unlike the crappy motel I’d been slumming it in for the past two weeks. The air conditioning was downright blissful.
“Oh, this is great,” I told him, a wide smile on my face. I turned to look at him. “Are you sure I don’t need to pay anything?”
Blink shook his head at me. “No. Room and board is free, just like I promised.” He nodded his head toward the bed. “Set your things down so I can show you around and give you instructions on what to do.”
I quickly set my things down beside the bed and followed the handsome man out of what was now my room.
I had a safe place to lay my head at night, a place with air conditioning and food. Honestly, this was the best my life had been thus far.
The rain pounded against the kitchen window as I wiped down the counter before setting the cloth aside and washing my hands so I could check on the food. I’d been cleaning all day, but it was nice. Quiet. No one bothered me. The guys occasionally checked on me, but otherwise, they left me to my own devices.
I was going to end up loving this job. It was honestly the simplest one I’d ever had, and I was really enjoying the peacefulness of it.
“Something smells hella good,” Grit rumbled as he stepped into the kitchen. He walked over to where I was standing at the stove and peered into the pot, pulling at his beard. “Is that soup?”
I nodded. “Creamy potato and bacon soup,” I told him, a proud smile on my face. “With it raining outside, I thought it might be nice.”
A smile tilted his lips. “It’ll be fuckin’ great.” He walked over to the pantry and grabbed a small bag of chips. “Just needed a snack. Don’t work too hard.”
I chuckled as he left the kitchen. Working too hard was actually difficult. There was hardly anything for me to do. The guys were already neat and seemed to pick up and clean up after themselves. It didn’t leave much for me to do except normal, every day kind of stuff.
After taking a glance around to make sure I’d kept the surfaces clean, I walked out to the bar area to take stock of the beer.
And ran smack into Blink’s rock-hard chest.
He grunted and wrapped his hands around my biceps to steady me. My head snapped up, my eyes connecting with his. His nostrils flared, and something akin to lust flared in his hypnotizing, dark eyes.
Just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, he released me and took a step back, roughly clearing his throat. My heart was hammering against my breastbone, and my pulse was fluttering at the base of my neck. I knew my skin was flushed a light shade of red.
No man had any right being as sinfully hot as Blink was.
“The guys and I are going on a run,” Blink gruffly told me. “We’ll be gone a couple of days at most. Just keep doing what you’ve done today, and make sure you eat three meals a day. Understood?”
I nodded even though a frown tugged at my lips. I’d made a big dinner basically for no reason, but I guessed this was something I should get used to now. “Understood,” I quietly told him.
“You’re free to do what you want otherwise,” he added. “You’re not a prisoner here by any means.” He reached into his cut and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me. I frowned at the thickness of it. “That’s an advance. I just ask that you at least use some of it to get some clothes and other things that you may want for your room or for things to do when you don’t feel like going out.”
“Uhm…” I was a little lost for words, to be honest. A tentative smile tilted my lips. “Thank you, Blink.”