Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
What the fuck?
“You just saved us from having to hear his mouth,” Moss says. “Good work, Foxx.”
“I want a rematch,” I say.
Foxx walks by me and winks.
“What just happened here?” I ask, holding out my hands.
Without saying a word, Foxx climbs in his truck, turns it on, and blows a U-turn in the middle of the road. Then he takes off toward our houses without as much as a honk, wave, or a fuck you.
“That means he’s disqualified, right?” I ask as my family heads to their cars. “I mean, he left without an official reading from Mom.”
Mom laughs. “Oh, Banksy. I love you.”
“I’m the victor here,” I call out. It’s met with a host of mumbles and muttering from my brothers.
Sara hands me my phone with a smile. “Paige said to tell you that you did good.”
I frown. “Thanks.” I point at the cars pulling out onto the road. “They’re just leaving. They’re acting like running a twenty-four at my age isn’t impressive.”
“Probably because Foxx did it at his age too.”
I gasp.
She laughs and takes my hand. “But you know what you can do that’s really impressive?”
My cock twitches. “A number of things.”
She brings her lips to mine but doesn’t touch them together. Her eyes twinkle. “Wanna take me home and show me some of them?”
“Absolutely.”
After a quick kiss, we walk hand in hand toward Betsy.
“But I’ll have you know that I could’ve done better,” I say as we open our doors. “I could’ve won that if we had a round two. Foxx was winded. He was done.”
Sara grins. “I’ll give you two rounds tonight.”
“Make it three.”
“Let’s go, Sparkles.”
I sigh and get in the car.
You can’t win them all.
Or can you?
24
Sara
“Yes, Jennifer. That makes total sense,” I say, grinning like a loon. “I’ll be there on Thursday. Thank you so much.”
“We’ll be looking forward to it. Take care, Sara.”
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I end the call and jump up and down, squealing in delight.
My spirits soar. Is it the sunshine? The orgasmic night with Banks last night? The job interview I just scheduled with Myles Petterson for a position that I have never even dreamed of?
The fact that everything seems to be falling into place for the first time in my life?
I dance across the living room and start to press Banks’s number. But, before I can, his truck rumbles up the driveway.
I toss my phone on the couch and dart into the early evening air.
“Come here,” Banks says, spreading his arms wide open for me.
Launching myself into his chest, I look up. “Guess what?”
“Can I kiss you first?”
“No.”
“Too bad.”
He grins, palming the back of my head and bringing my mouth to his. I start to protest, mostly for fun, but melt as soon as our lips connect. He breaks the kiss well before I’m ready for it to end.
“Now, what’s your news or whatever I’m supposed to guess?” he asks, his fingers laced together at the small of my back.
“Jennifer McKay called—Mr. Petterson’s assistant. And I have a job interview there on Thursday.”
Banks picks me up and swings me around.
“That’s awesome,” he says, setting me back on my feet. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
My insides still.
“What?” he asks, curiously. “What did I say?”
“Just that you’re proud of me.” My cheeks flush. “I don’t know why. Just … thank you.”
He laughs. “For being proud of you?”
I nod.
“Silly girl. Come on. Let’s go inside and celebrate.”
We start across the lawn when a voice booms from down the street. “Sparkles! Sara! Check this out.”
We turn to see Jess at the side of his house, sans shirt but with a large straw hat, waving us over.
“He’s turning into a fucking farmer,” Banks says, making me laugh. “What have I done?”
“How was work today?” I ask as we cross the street.
“Tasha’s back so it’s all good. Remind me to give her a fat holiday bonus at the end of the year because she does more than I even realized. Do you know that she even cleans the bathrooms in the place?”
I smile at him. “I did not, and I’m taking it you didn’t either.”
“No. I thought the mat company did it for some reason. But it’s Tash. She also has the sign outside changed and deals with the accountant on taxes and shit. Reality check, I’m telling you.”
“Maybe you need to promote her and hire someone else to sit at her desk,” I suggest. “She could be your right-hand woman.”
Banks smirks. “That wouldn’t make you jealous?”
“She’s not touching you with that hand or I’ll break her fingers.”
He laughs, the sound music to my ears.
“Could you two walk any slower?” Jess asks.
“Some of us actually ran the other night.” Banks smacks him on the back as Jess guides us to the back of his house. “You don’t know what that’s like, I know, with your shitty eighteen seconds.”