Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
With the camera directed at her flushed face, she spoke up. “Hey Nevio, your call is early.”
“We’re heading out early this evening.”
Just hearing his voice, the hairs on my neck rose, and my business mind jumped into action. Where were they heading? Could I ambush them?
“You look sick. You’re all sweaty.”
Greta gave a small laugh and outside of the camera’s view she lowered her legs from the armrest but it gave me a kick imagining how Nevio would completely lose his mind if he knew what was going on here. “I’m fine. It’s just really hot in here and I had to carry Dotty outside to pee.”
“So you’re fine? I know you said you wanted to be alone to process what happened, but I can come over with Massimo and Alessio, and we can have fun together.”
“Nothing we can do out here is something you consider fun.”
“Touché. But I’d do it for you.”
I couldn’t believe how gentle his voice could be. Was this really the same violent, crazy madman I knew? But I supposed my voice changed too when I talked to Greta. What was it about this girl that made violent creatures, animals and humans alike, become docile?
Greta yawned.
“Already tired?”
I smirked. Two orgasms must have exhausted her. It was only seven-thirty after all.
“I didn’t sleep well these last two nights.”
“Then go to bed and stop thinking about the asshole. He’s on me, I told you,” Nevio said. “And tomorrow you come back home. Your animals can do without you.”
Greta shook her head with a small smile. “I’ll be back the day after when Jill’s going to be back to feed the animals.”
“That whore shouldn’t have gone on a trip in the first place.”
Greta’s face flashed with disapproval. “She’s trying to reconcile with her father before he dies. And don’t call her that.”
“She is a whore. She worked in our whorehouse for two decades before you made her your zookeeper.”
“Nevio.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have to head out now.”
“Be careful.”
I almost choked on a laugh.
They finally hung up. Greta really looked tired. She pushed to her feet, still naked from the waist down. She bit her lip shyly, obviously unsure what to do now. “You do look tired,” I said with a small smile.
She came over slowly and stopped right in front of me. “But I said I’d take care of you.”
I wanted nothing more but her eyelids were drooping and I couldn’t imagine her being into it after having talked to Nevio.
“Let’s get some sleep and maybe we have some time tomorrow.”
She held out her hand and I took it, letting her lead me toward her bedroom on the ground floor. Her dogs trotted after us and Bear curled up on a huge cushion in the corner but Momo seemed to have every intention to sleep in bed with us. Upon seeing my face, Greta smiled sheepishly. “I don’t usually share my bed with someone so they’re used to sleeping there.”
I really didn’t like the idea of being woken by a dog tongue in my face or somewhere else. “If I turn around in sleep, I could bury Momo under me. Trust me, it won’t survive that.”
That seemed to convince Greta. She picked up the ankle-biter and put it into a fluffy dog bed beside the huge cushion. As she did, she bent forward and gave me a stunning view of her ass and pussy.
I took a deep breath, my cock waking up again. She motioned at the door. “There’s a small bathroom if you want to get ready for bed. I’ll grab Dotty in the meantime.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“She can’t walk yet.”
I followed Greta back into the living area where the last dog was still curled up in the dog bed.
“She’ll be too heavy,” I said.
“I’ve carried her before,” Greta said firmly. “She doesn’t trust men so you can’t carry her. I don’t want to cause her additional distress in the current situation.”
I watched as Greta picked up the dog and straightened with it carefully draped over her arms. The dog hung trustfully in her grip and I watched as she carried it outside for a pee before she picked it up again and carried it into the bedroom where she put it down on another big cushion. She patted its head gently and whispered something in its ear.
With my overnight bag I went into the bathroom to give Greta a bit of privacy. It was small, only a sink, toilet and shower cubicle, no luxuries whatsoever. I put on pajama bottoms and nothing else. It was too hot. When I emerged from the bathroom, Greta sat cross-legged on her bed, her hair up in a messy bun and she was dressed in a loose fitting white nightgown with thin straps. Against her tanned skin and dark hair the fabric looked marvelous. She scooted off the bed then walked past me into the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”