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)
I stare at the bolt in the palm of his hand, “Oh.” I feel my face flush with embarrassment.
“Right.” I cringe, kill me now. Am I really this dumb?
He lifts the tire out with ease and lays it down on the ground, he gets the jack out and starts to pump it to lift the car, my eyes drop down to his thick quad muscles that I can see through his pants, hmm…… seriously though.
He’s a policeman.
I snap my eyes away as I remember where I am.
A trace of a smile crosses his face as if he can read my mind.
I pull my sports bra down again, indignant that he’s caught me perving.
“I’m fine from here, thank you.” I tell him.
His eyes come to meet mine, “What’s your name?”
“Zoe.” I wipe the toe of my runners over the dirt to distract myself from his big blue eyes. “What’s yours?”
“Dylan.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile, he has a name and holy hell, it’s hot, hot, hot.
“Well, Zoe, there’s something you should know about me,” he says in his deep raspy voice, he gets onto his knees and looks up at me from the ground, “I always finish what I start.” The air crackles between us.
I bet you do.
“Well…….” My pea brain misfires, “Umm,” I shrug, “That’s good.”
Oh hell…… that’s good?
Seriously, is that the best reply I’ve got, what the hell is wrong with me?
Quick, say something that’s cute and witty.
Mind blank…….. shit!
Okay, it’s better to stay silent than to say something ridiculous, I’ll just keep quiet.
The morning traffic is whizzing by, I can’t take my eyes off him as he removes the bolts and takes the tire off, he lies down onto his back with his knees bent and my eyes linger on his quad muscles that I can see through his pants.
He’s a machine.
Unfortunately, he changes the tire in record speed, and I kind of wish this took all day.
“There you go, Zoe.” He stands, “All done.” He gives me this big, beautiful smile, complete with dimples and a sparkle in his eyes, and my breath catches as we stare at each other. Holy……
Jeez.
“Thank you, Dylan.”
“The pleasure was all mine, ma’am.” He gives me a playful wink.
Okay, what the hell? This cop could be a stripper or something.
“I’m sure changing tires isn’t in your job description.” I smile, grateful for his kindness.
“You would be surprised what’s in my job description.”
Fucking…. is fucking in your job description because I’m quite positive you would excel at it.
We stare at each other again, an unspoken chemistry swirling between us, after a moment I stop with my staring. “Okay, well I better get going. Thank you so much for your help.”
“I’ll give you an escort home.”
“Really not necessary, officer.” I smile.
“Just to make sure the tire is safe,” he adds.
“Oh… okay.”
I get into my car as he watches on, I grip my steering wheel with force, my palms are sweaty and damn, Dylan the Policeman has me all in a fluster. I pull back onto the road and peek up into the rearview mirror to see him pull out after me, a thrill of excitement runs through my blood.
Please tire, fall off again. Explode or something. I dare you.
We drive the five miles back to my house, and I pull into the driveway, he stops the car against the curb and winds down the passenger side window, I get out and walk over to the car and lean down through it, “See, all safe.”
His hand is leaning on top of the steering wheel as he looks over at me, “Your husband is probably wondering where you are.”
I hear my heartbeat in my ears, “No husband.”
“Boyfriend?”
I shake my head. “No……. You?”
He gives me a slow sexy smile, “Neither.”
“Oh.”
“Do you live with roommates or…...?” he asks.
“I live alone,” I cut him off.
We stare at each other, as if both waiting for the other to say something.
Ask me out.
His eyes hold mine.
Ask me out.
“Well then,” he eventually replies, “You have a nice day.”
Huh…. he’s going?
I step back from the car.
“I’ll see you around, Miss Zoe,” he replies.
When, when will you see me around? If I had ever seen you before, I wouldn’t have forgotten.
He’s dismissing me, crap, I’ve totally misread the situation.
I step back from the car.
“Thanks again.”
“The pleasure was all mine.”
I turn and walk into my house; I can feel him watching me, and I internally kick myself, why didn’t I look hotter today?
I hear the car start up, damn it, he’s going.
The car stays running and stationary out the front and once inside, I peer through the sheer curtains.
What’s he doing?
Thump, thump, thump sounds my heartbeat in my ears as I imagine him coming and knocking on my door and kissing me like his life depends on it.
I smile as I imagine how random that would be.