Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I slipped out of her office, leaving her alone, and headed into the back to put on the club shirt and a pair of shorts that rode up my ass. Cecily had done her best to order me a pair that would be modest, but with an ass this big, it hadn’t been easy. She did the best she could, and that was all I could be thankful for.
My mother had graced me with tiny boobs and a fat ass. Most days, I felt awkward. But when Seb had looked at me last night, I suddenly felt like the hottest woman in the fucking building.
“Someone came in early,” Chelsea said into my ear. I looked toward the door, my heart skipping a beat in my chest when Seb began making his way to the bar. It was only five-thirty. He was wearing a pair of worn, dirty, stained jeans and an equally dirty shirt. His cut was on over it, and there were dirt smears on his face.
Honestly, he looked even hotter than he did the night before. I had a thing for blue-collar men, and when they were tired and dirty, they were just the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen in my life.
And looking at Seb, my ovaries were just about to explode.
“Hey,” he greeted, smiling at me. His eyes trailed over my outfit—a tight, black crop top with the club name stitched across my breasts and tiny ass shorts that had the club name across my ass. “Can I get a glass of whiskey?”
Smiling, a little lost for words, I nodded and grabbed a glass. Chelsea set the bottle of whiskey in front of me. “That’s his preferred,” she quietly informed me.
I poured him two fingers and slid the glass across from him. “Would you like to pay now or start a tab?” I asked him.
He slid me his credit card. “Tab.”
I turned to face the register, and I heard him groan. Turning to look at him over my shoulder to make sure he was okay, I saw his eyes fixated on my ass. I cleared my throat, and when his eyes snapped up to mine, I winked at him.
He just grinned, not the least bit ashamed at being caught, and lifted his glass to me before swallowing it down, nodding his head at it for a refill. I got his tab started and handed him back his credit card. Our fingers brushed, and tingles rushed up my arm, making my nipples pebble. They were clear through my shirt, and he didn’t miss it.
“Will you drink with me?” he asked when I slid him his refilled glass.
I looked at Chelsea. She winked at me and handed me a glass and pushed me the bottle. “Go on. Just keep track of how much you two drink so I can charge him properly.”
“Wait, he’s paying?” I asked.
“Sure am,” Seb said, drawing my eyes back to him. Licking his lips, he ran his eyes over me and then began to walk off toward the same booth he was in the night before, clearly expecting me to follow. And fuck yes, I was going to.
“Good luck,” Chelsea murmured.
I drew in a steadying breath before grabbing the glass Chelsea had given me and the bottle, following him to the table. He waited for me to sit before taking a seat as well. His thigh pressed against mine, and a shudder wracked through my body when he draped his arm around my shoulders, those calloused fingers brushing my upper arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I thought you weren’t much for talking,” I murmured, looking up at him.
He hummed and poured some whiskey into my glass. Then, he grabbed it, handing it to me. After, he silently grabbed his own and clinked our glasses together before swallowing his back. I did the same, wincing at the burn it left behind, even though it was definitely the smoothest whiskey I’d ever tasted.
“I like talking to you,” he finally said. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. He nuzzled my neck before pressing a kiss right beneath my ear. My breath left me on a shaky exhale.
“Are you always like this with the ladies?” I bravely asked. I needed to know before I started hoping for something that would never happen.
He instantly shook his head. “Just you,” he muttered. He glanced over at me from beneath his dark lashes, those gunmetal gray eyes sucking me in. “Is it too much to say I’m a bit obsessed?”
I shook my head before setting my glass down on the table. Then, I swung my leg over his lap, my ass hitting the edge of the table as I settled myself on his thighs. Instantly, he gripped a handful of each ass cheek, his eyes burning with need. That heated look momentarily made me forget everything I was doing.