Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Good. We shouldn’t have a problem then.” His voice is steady. Almost confident. But his eyes tell a different story. One that says he’s fighting just as hard to keep his hands to himself. That he’s dying to explore my mouth with his tongue. Slide his fingers under my panties. His cock between my slick— “I mean it, Fischer. Not a chance.”
I groan, hating myself for being so transparent. “No need to worry, Wallace. I have never been so turned off by someone in my entire life. This is going to be a cakewalk.”
I hate his laughter. I hate what it does to every single nerve ending in my body. And I hate myself for being so weak.
Thank God the elevator opens, saving me from further scrutiny.
Forty-eight hours. Hands off. I can do this. I just have to remember why I hate Ben Wallace.
Chapter 21
Ben
Hands to yourself.
Hands to yourself.
Hands to yourself.
Fuck! I’m going to lose the football. I should have made a different deal with Hannah. Offered to mow her lawn for a year or some shit. I seriously love that fucking football. If I didn’t, I would have handed it off years ago. But keeping my hands to myself is sounding more and more impossible—and Makayla’s been in my apartment for less than ten seconds.
“Help yourself to anything. Fridge is stocked. Hannah brought over some clothes and toiletries. She said you should be good for the most part. If you think of anything else, let me know. Your room is just over here.” She follows me down the hall. It takes everything in me not to say screw the deal, lure her back toward mine, and fuck her against my dresser. Then the wall, then the shower. I clear my throat as I take a right into the spare bedroom. “This should do it.” She walks up next to me, those addictive eyes gazing around the room.
“Wow, this is really nice. Didn’t expect such. . . cleanliness from a bachelor.” It wasn’t clean up until about four hours ago when I had a cleaning lady scrub the hell out of the entire place. Hannah also came over, returning from the store with my credit card and a bag full of bedding and décor. “Cleanliness is next to godliness,” I reply, full of shit. I’m never even here. I practically live at the firehouse and crash at Chase’s most days. Or used to.
“Well, thank you. This is really kind of you.”
I shrug her off. “No problem. How about we get settled in, and I order some food?” I walk out, not daring to look at my bedroom door. I stop in my living room and grab the remote. “Not sure what’s on right now, but we can watch a—”
The door handle to my apartment jiggles.
“Is someone at your door?” Makayla asks.
My eyes remain trained on my door. “Better not be,” I reply under my breath. I wait for it, then hear the faint sound of a key being inserted into my goddamn lock. Why the fuck did I agree to give—
My door opens, and Chase pops his head in. “S’up? Oh. . .” His attention bounces between Makayla and me. “Hey, kids. Whatcha doin’?”
What I’m about to do is kick his ass. “Playing house. What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you to get home from work so you can help me with something.”
“I took the day off.”
“Well, you should have told me. I would have come over earlier.”
“I didn’t take it off for you,” I reply, annoyed.
“Who did you take it off for then?” Again, with the bouncing back and forth. “Oh. Oh! I got it.” He still doesn’t take the hint and leave. Instead, he shuts the door behind him and walks toward the couch.
“What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” I snap.
“Cool. Ya know, this kind of feels like deja vu. Right?” He looks at me with his stupid, shit-eating grin. “Like that one time you came over for movie night.” He wiggles his brows, signing his death warrant.
“What are you talking about?” Makayla jumps in, and I almost punch him in the nose so he can’t answer.
“It’s nothing. He’s just—”
“Coming to hang out,” fucker says, cutting me off. “Now that I think about it, I know the perfect thing to do. You two weren’t going to watch anything specific, were you?”
“Chase. . .” I threaten.
“Sweet. Makayla, get comfy. Today’s your lucky day.” Chase throws himself onto my couch and grabs the remote. Steam pours from my ears. Makayla bites her bottom lip, holding in a damn smirk as she sits next to Chase.
“What do you have in mind?” she asks.
He looks her way and smiles, showing his ugly ass white teeth. “How about a little rivalry rematch?” His eyes shoot up to me. He waggles his brows, points the remote to the TV, and turns on the game.