Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
“My sister just started there.”
“She’ll get a good education there. I had the best time there.”
“That’s good to hear,” he says nodding.
“Anything else you want to know about me.”
“No, that’s perfect. You're hired.”
“Really?”
“Yes.
We spend some time going over the particulars. Base pay, office location, etcetera. He needs help setting up background checks on the fifteen coaches he wants to hire first.
“Can I ask about the hearts and scented paper you used for your resume?” I grin.
“It was scented? It wasn’t supposed to be. As for the hearts, one of my professors said to do anything to make your resume stand out. Since I didn’t have any post-graduate experience, I thought hearts would work. What did it smell like?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Wildflowers and sunshine,” he says quickly.
“My perfume is called Bombshell Wild Flower,” I say. “I didn’t realize it would get on my resume when I sprayed some on myself the morning I went to the post office. This was the only job posting that wanted a paper resume mailed.”
“It’s a lovely scent,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Can you start Monday? The office will be up and running by then.”
“Yes, of course. I am really looking forward to working with you. Will I ever have a chance to work directly with the kids?”
“I hadn’t thought about that. What would you do?” he asks, thoughtfully. I love that he didn’t dismiss me outright.
“From what I read on the website; they are summer camps right? Like overnight stays?” I ask excitedly. I’ve never been this excited about anything before. I never thought a job would be the thing that caused this kind of excitement for me.
“Yes. It’s an intensive program that goes over the course of three full summers, between pee-wee and high school, with Sunday’s to themselves. Once they are accepted, they are in all three sessions, unless something happens where they can no longer attend or are let go for discipline reasons.”
“A lot of kids could use that kind of… encouragement and outlet. So, hear me out, I could do a nutrition course. I double majored in business management and sports nutrition. I minored in culinary arts as well. I had hopes of working in sports management and wanted to be able to offer my clients the full package.”
“That would be helpful. I didn’t think of that. So, you’re a chef too? Is there anything you can’t do?” he asks, mesmerized.
“I can’t knit,” I say without thinking.
“What?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me. My mouth is suddenly dry. I move to reach for my iced coffee, but realize his hands are still on top of mine when I can’t move them. Holy shit! How long have we been like this? He moves his hands and I grab my cup and gulp down the icy goodness.
“I have always wanted to knit, but I can’t get the hang of it. My gran tried to teach me, but we gave up.”
“You’re very refreshing,” he says running his hand over his beard, straightening it. My mouth drops open as I suddenly imagine myself doing that to him. I also imagine that beard teasing my thighs and ass as he eats my pussy. I shift forward a little, as though reaching for him, and my last bit of sanity shatters. I swear I tried to stop the moan that escapes as I have a full-blown orgasm without even touching my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, and I know he knows what just happened to me. His eyes shine and the grin on his face is lecherous.
I am beyond mortified right now. How can I face him after this?
Chapter Three
Mitch
I swallow thickly as she moans. I look around the room quickly and ascertain that no one else heard her. I would have to kill a motherfucker for hearing the sinful, decadent sound that came out of her little body.
Son of a bitch, what did I do to deserve this? Her moan will forever be etched in my brain. I’ve never heard anything so sweet before. I am going to need to hear that sound again. Soon. Preferably, while I am buried ten inches deep inside her cunt, owning her. Yeah, that’ll do for starters, but if I am being honest, I’ll need to hear it for the rest of my life.
She closes her bright green eyes and savors whatever she’s feeling right now. The blissful look on her face is enough to make me fall in love with her. How fucking crazy is that? I was half gone before I met her, but now… I’m so far gone, and I still barely know her. What’s it going to be like once I know her well?
She whispers something and a blush creeps over her face, bringing out her freckles even more. Shit, I could stare at her all day long and be happy.