Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Tears well in my eyes. "I was already on my way, baby." I lean up and kiss his big, beautiful lips. "I was already on my way."
THE END
THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL
1
Zoe
“What’s that sound?” I glance up to the rearview mirror to see if anything looks out of place.
Thud, thud, thud, I hear it again.
What the hell is going on, the early morning traffic seems to be whizzing by without a care in the world.
Thud, thud, thud.
Wait a minute, is it coming from my car? I glance up to the mirror, it’s getting louder.
Huh?
The thud continues and then my car starts bumping as if I’m running over something. Damn it, it is my car.
I indicate, pull off the road, and get out of my car. I walk around to see the noisy culprit, crap. A flat tire.
“Fuck’s sake, I am not in the mood for this shit.” I bend down to inspect the damage, I can hear the air gushing out, it needs to be changed.
What am I going to do? I scroll through my phone, my finger hovers over my brother’s number, and I hesitate. I know he’ll be busy at work, and the last thing he needs is to come out and do this.
I wonder if I could change it?… I mean, how hard could it be?
Surely I could work it out.
I pop the trunk and pull up the lining to reveal the tire and tool kit.
Right….
I take out the instructions and quickly read them, okay, sounds easy enough, I can do this.
I get the tool kit and lay it on the ground beside the car and then look at the huge ass tire as it fits snugly into its hidey hole.
It’s such an awkward size to try and lift from this angle. I stretch my arms wide and grab the tire, I lift and lift…. And using all my might, it moves an inch.
Shit.
I brace my stomach and lean right over and secure my hands underneath the wheel.
Beep beep…. A car horn sounds as it flies past. Beep, beep.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, wearing black gym tights and a pale pink sports bra top. What must I look like from behind with my ass in the air?
In my defense, I wasn’t expecting this to happen when I rushed out the door to the gym at five this morning, now in hindsight I should have worn a T-shirt or something.
I struggle and struggle and, damn it, I’m working up a sweat here.
Who knew that tires were so heavy? Those mechanics must be buff, they make it look so easy.
I pull on the tire some more, “Come out.” I grunt, I put my foot up on the car to try and get some leverage.
Beep, beep, another car horn sounds as it flies by.
“Fuck. Off,” I snap, I’m getting infuriated now.
Seriously…. just how weak am I? I can’t even get a damn tire out of a trunk. I thought all the gym visits would have at least equipped me to get a fucking tire out of the trunk. I wipe the sweat from my brow and struggle some more. “Seriously, come out, you motherfucker!” I yell.
“Need some help?” A deep voice asks from beside me.
I glance up to see a policeman standing there in full uniform.
He’s tall and big, scary looking.
Fuck.
“Ahh….” I wince, oh no…. did he just hear me cussing like a sailor?
“Those tires can be real motherfuckers,” he says amused.
Yep…. he heard me alright.
I stand up embarrassed, “Oh I’m sorry, it’s just……” I can feel myself going red, one for swearing, two for wearing next to nothing, and three…. this damn cop is hot, and I’m a sweaty mess.
“Move aside,” he says.
“It’s fine, I’ve got it.” I cringe, I haven’t, not even close, he’s too attractive for me to look like I just crawled out of a dumpster. I will call my brother after all.
“I said, move aside,” he says all authoritarian-like. He stands over 6ft3 at a guess, built like a truck, and he has light brown hair that has a little curl to it.
Hot.
I move to the side, and he leans over the tire, his forearms are muscular with thick veins coursing down the length of them.
“I was just driving along, and I heard a thumping sound, it scared me,” I splutter.
He glances over his shoulder at me, “Not the context you want to hear a thumping sound, I guess.” He turns back to the tire.
Oh……
My eyes drop down to his tight ass in his perfectly ironed police pants, I pull my sports bra down and my tights up higher, I feel overexposed.
“I was coming back from the gym,” I tell him, trying to explain why I look half undressed.
“Aha.” He keeps fiddling with the tire.
“And I couldn’t get the tire out.”
He passes me a bolt, “Well, you need to unscrew it first.”