Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Putting the hanger down, I looked from the bags in his hands and back to him. “Is that so? Let me see what’s in the bags,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.
Kye gave me a cocky grin. “Gotta go to the park with me to find out. Picnic or nothing,” he replied.
I glanced down at my phone and realized it was after one. I’d forgotten about lunch. I looked back up at him. “Do carnivores eat what’s in those bags?” I asked.
Kye raised one eyebrow. “Baby Doll, what kind of question is that? Do you think I’m gonna bring you a meal without some fucking meat in it?”
I sighed in relief. Bowie’s vegan lifestyle was a struggle. I should feel guilty for even being annoyed by it. Bowie had had to leave this morning. He had classes and work. Spending some time with Kye would help brighten my spirits before I headed to the hospital.
“Deal. Let me tell Vera I’m stepping out for lunch,” I told him.
Vera was the store manager, and at first, she’d not been happy about me handling so much. I’d managed to sway her though. She liked my window displays and the things I ordered. Sales had picked up.
“She knows,” he replied. “Let’s go.”
Of course she knew. I was sure he’d walked in and charmed her before coming back here to see me. She might be in her fifties, but Kye was eye candy for all ages.
I followed him out the back door and realized his bike was parked outside. He went over and secured the food, then picked up the helmet and turned to me. His eyes scanned over my outfit. It was one of my designs that I’d made a few sizes of and put out in the storefront. It was hot pink and lime green. The bottoms were shorts, and the middle made a crisscross over my stomach, leaving my sides bare and showing a small portion around my belly button before wrapping around my neck in a halter style.
“That’s a fucking awesome outfit, Baby Doll,” he said when his eyes came back to mine.
That was the reaction I’d been hoping to get from Bowie this morning, but he’d said nothing about it. He wasn’t much into fashion, so I didn’t get my feelings hurt when he didn’t mention my designs.
“Thank you,” I replied. “It’s a Genesis original.”
The proud look in Kye’s gaze made my chest get tight.
“That explains it then,” he said as I took the helmet from him and put it on my head.
Kye went to buckle it, and I let him. He had a thing about making sure it was done right. When he was satisfied, he threw his leg over and got on the back, then looked back at me as I climbed on behind him.
Kye squeezed my leg, then cranked up the bike. As he pulled out onto the main street, I wrapped my arms around his stomach. I loved this feeling. It reminded me of a simpler time. When we had been younger and life hadn’t gotten complicated. On the back of Kye’s bike felt like summertime in my youth even though it was now fall. Thoughts of Dad and the future seemed to ease. My chest didn’t feel so heavy.
He drove up to the parking lot of the park and held my hand as I climbed off before following me. There was a breeze, thankfully, and plenty of shade. We walked over to an area with plush green grass and a view of the pond. Kye tossed down the blanket he’d taken out of his saddlebag, and I spread it out.
I sat down first and watched as he took the spot beside me, which I’d left for him because I knew he preferred to lean up against the tree. Opening the bags, I squealed at the sight of the familiar paper wrapped around the burgers.
Looking up at him, I beamed. “You are forgiven.”
He chuckled. “For what exactly? Seeing your ass or pussy lips or jerking off to the image of both in the shower?”
Heat flooded my body as my eyes widened.
Kye leaned over and grabbed the second bag from me, still grinning. He was teasing me. The man had no filter. He hadn’t been born with one. Besides, he didn’t jerk off. He was too sexually active to pleasure himself. Pulling out a box that I knew was cheese-smothered fries, he handed it to me.
I took it and prepared my lunch in my lap.
“You gonna ignore that question? Or were the cheese fries enough to get me forgiven for all three?”
I lifted my eyes and looked at him, trying not to react to this. “All three,” I replied before picking up my burger to take a bite.
“What if I jerked off more than once?”
Do not blush. Do not let him get the better of you. He is trying to. This is what Kye does, I mentally coached myself while chewing the burger.