His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Babe, trust me. All you have to do is show up,” he repeats as we round the corner from where we parked on a side street. He’s carrying my bag with my most-prized possession on his back. It was hard to give it up when we packed up to leave this morning. My eyes were locked on it the entire time. I’m ridiculous, I know, especially seeing as how Jameson trusts me with Josephine.

“I don’t think you have any idea,” I mumble under my breath, getting hot under my collar and thinking about all the work there is to do. Mom, Dad, and Shaun agreed to get the booth over to the area I was able to secure, and I’d meet them here to get started on setting the rest up.

“You’ve got plenty of time.” Okay, this man is getting on my nerves. I take a few deep breaths. The overwhelmingness of everything is making me grumpy, and if I’m not careful, I’ll take it out on Jameson, and how unfair would that be?

“Alright, I’d have more time if someone didn’t need two meals for breakfast.” His second meal was not of me, sadly, and Jameson didn’t even get off. I’m adding that to my list of annoyances.

“Kody, you weren’t complaining when you were coming on my fingers and your cum was wetting the sheets. Now, do you need me to calm your ass down again, or are you going to simmer your shit so you can see the surprise we’ve all put together?” Jameson halts us in our tracks, his hand on my lower back guiding me until I’m standing in front of him. His eyes hold a fire in them. I know that look. I’m well acquainted with it. Jameson will pull out all the stops in order to get his way.

“Did you say surprise? Jameson Evans, what did you do?” I hit him with two questions at the same time.

“You’re about to see if you’d stop your yapping and get a move on, woman.” I roll my eyes. He laughs for a moment and then drops a kiss on my forehead.

“Fine. Move your handsome butt, Jameson. I’m a sucker for a surprise.” My switch has officially been flipped, and I’m in a much better mood for it. Am I worried? Absolutely. But a surprise, that’s right up my alley, even if it’s only a coffee. It’s the thoughtfulness behind the surprise which makes me the happiest. And let’s face it, Richie would have never. It was my parents and brother who always did the most for me. A flower delivery or random gift from my family really made me realize Richie wasn’t in the marriage anymore, especially when he started forgetting my birthday, our anniversary, or even a normal day. He’d be too busy, and that’s okay because at the end of the day, I fell out of love with him as well.

“Then come on. The faster you get there, the faster I can go to The Java Hut and grab your iced coffee. It’s been a few days, right?” He is acting like a funny guy. It’s been longer than three days. I’m not going to tell him the craving was hitting me last night when we were near the store, and I was tempted to drag him inside to get my caffeine fix. Jameson laces our fingers together. He’s moving faster with his longer gait, and I’m having to double-step to keep up with him. I guess he’s excited to get this show on the road. Freaking finally.

“You know it has. I’m going to need them to start a delivery service at least twice a week.” The Java Hut shouldn’t do that, not at all. I’d be their number one customer. Any money I make would go to them, and I’d have zero profit.

“Babe, you need to get your fix before coming to my house, come a bit later. You need me to pick it up on the way home to you and Josephine, you’ve got my number, Kody. Use it.” Okay, I take it back. This man is not annoying. He’s really freaking sweet.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for. You’ll be late every single day.” I stop short. My eyes have to be deceiving me. No fucking way. “How?” There in front of us is my photo booth. Two massive oak wood doors with glass panels, standing nearly ten feet tall. A huge find that was in my dad’s never-ending storage facility of a barn. All they needed was a lot of cleaning and a brace to support them, which was no easy task considering we’re working with the outdoors here. Then there was the floral arrangement Mom made in the antique brass containers, what seems like hundreds of plastic pumpkins we painted to make look cohesive, and she had it perfected. Well, not quite. We were still hung up on how people were going to pose or sit, but it looks like the gang figured that out.


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