Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Oh god.
“Look, I’m sorry. Let’s just get that out there. I’m not a creep, I swear. I just couldn’t ...”
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about how my cock would feel in your mouth? Because I was thinkin’ the same thing.”
Oh. My. God.
My cheeks go red, and I put my head down, rushing past him. His hand reaches out and catches my arm, and he pulls me in close enough so that he can lean into my ear. “Can deny it as much as you want, but eventually, you’ll admit how fuckin’ much you want me.”
“You’re taken, Hugh,” I whisper.
“Yeah, for how fuckin’ long?”
He releases me, and I look up at him, my heart beating a million miles per minute. I want him, more than I should, and if I don’t get out of here right now, I’ll do something I’ll regret. I’m not a man snatcher, and I’m not about to become one.
I rush out.
God dammit.
What is that man doing to me?
BY THE TIME I GET HOME, all glammed up with a bag full of clothes, it’s past six pm. The house is lit up, but it’s seemingly quiet and I wonder if Hugh might have gone out. I go inside, shutting the front door and pause when I see him in the kitchen. Still shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans. Music is quietly playing in the background and he has a beer in one hand, and with the other, he’s stirring something that smells incredible.
My god, if this is what Delilah gets to come home to every night, then she’s one lucky lady.
Hugh turns when he hears me place my bags down, and his eyes widen. “Well fuck me, didn’t think you could get prettier, but lady, you just did.”
Fuck.
Why does he have to say things like that?
“Well, it took hours in the salon, but we managed to tame the wild beast. It’ll stay like this for a few months now. It takes a lot of bad things to keep my hair from turning into a frizz pot.”
I go in whenever I can afford it and get my hair semi-permanently straightened. Which for me only means it ends up not full of thick curls and instead becomes more a thick, wave, sort of straight style that I can do a little more with. I like it for the first few weeks when it’s like this, it feels like every day someone has straightened my hair and styled it. It’s the best. But slowly, the curls come back in, because, like the little warriors they are, nothing can keep them down.
“I liked it before, too,” Hugh murmurs. “You hungry?”
“I am, actually.”
“Get a beer, I’m makin’ dinner.”
Red alert, red alert, go into your room and masturbate or something, Maggie. Don’t stay out here with all this sexual tension.
It’s a bad, bad idea.
Yet, I take all my things to my room, get a beer, and find myself sitting at the counter talking to Hugh as he cooks what looks like a delicious curry and, I’m not going to lie, I can’t wait to dig in.
“I didn’t know you cooked,” I say, watching as he fluffs up the rice with his wooden spoon.
“I can do a lot of things,” he says, giving me a sideways grin, “include take care of myself without parents, or a woman. Shocking, I know, that a grown man might actually be able to run a house on his own.”
I laugh. “You can make jokes, but it’s actually incredibly hard to find.”
“Men are fuckin’ lazy, then. Don’t take much to learn how to cook, clean, and live on your own. It’s not fuckin’ rocket science.”
“No, it isn’t, but that doesn’t mean they want to do it.”
He grunts. “Useless.”
I sip my beer. “Have you heard from Delilah?”
“No.”
“That good, huh?”
He glances at me again. “Yep.”
I say nothing more on the matter.
We drink and chat, and then Hugh serves me the best chicken curry and rice I’ve ever eaten. By the time I’m done, I’m practically in love with him.
“I’m not going to lie to you, I’d probably marry you just so you could cook like that for me every day.”
He pauses mid-way through another beer that he just got when he took our plates up, and raises a brow. “Because I can cook a basic fuckin’ curry?”
“It wasn’t a basic curry, and you have no idea how good it feels when someone cooks for you. It’s just ... so nice.”
“Well, fuck me, Maggie. I’d marry you just because you’re so bloody easy to please.”
I laugh. “It’s that obvious?”
“You’re like a fuckin’ puppy who has just seen a human for the first time. You’re so damned excited over the most basic shit it almost seems like you’re not real.”
“Trust me, I’m real. I just know how to appreciate things.”
“Tough upbringing?”
I shake my head. “No, not really. But it was just me and my mom, and she worked a lot to keep a roof over our heads. So, when we had extra money to do those little things other people take for granted, I appreciated it. Life out there can be hard; you take what you can get and you be thankful for it.”