Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“I’ve got one last Hail Mary, and really, I have no idea if she’ll do me a massive favor.” It’s either ask Kody or cancel the meeting, which will be a bitch to do since it’s now eight o’clock at night and the meeting is in less than twelve hours. I pace the length of the kitchen once again, hand tunneling through my hair, my phone taunting me on top of the kitchen counter. I’d text her, except it’s late, and I need an answer immediately. I’m completely fucked. Maybe Emma was right about putting Josephine in school a few days a week. When there were the two of us, it worked. Emma would work from home one day a week, and I’d do similar or take JoJo to work with me if there wasn’t anything going on with new clients.
“Quit being a pussy. Call the woman already,” I give myself one last pep talk, reach for my phone, and pick it up while my thumb enters the code to unlock the device. The goal is to not overthink this shit and not come off as an asshole. When I talked to everyone I could about not having anyone to watch JoJo for me, the answer was always the same: Call Kody. Hell, even Shaun said to ask her. Apparently, she’s not working, and it’s stressing her out. My thumb scrolls through my contact list. Minus family and a few work people I talk to more often than I’d like, there aren’t a whole lot of people saved in my phone. There are too many times I’ll save their contact information, and the next thing you know, they’ve gotten a new number. It was more of a pain than it was worth, which is why Kody’s name is easy to find. I click on it before bringing the phone to my ear.
The line rings a few times, and I figure it’ll be just my luck that Kody sees my number and ignores me. I’d also more than fucking deserve it.
“Hello.” She sounds out of breath when she finally answers my call. Thoughts of what could have her winded plague my mind. An image of her naked in bed, hair down, covering her pretty tits and what I would assume are dusky-tipped nipples, only giving a sneak of what she’s hiding. Feet planted on the mattress, legs spread out, one hand buried between them as the other grips the sheets while she plays with herself.
“Hello? Are you there, Jameson?” Clearly, I took too long to respond, so wrapped up in what she was doing while another fucking fantasy to fuck with my mind had no problem taking root.
“Hey. Uh, yeah. I’m here.” It’s a damn good thing no one is around, because my cock is rock fucking hard and I’m having to resituate myself in order not to have a zipper imprint on my dick. “I know this is out of left field, but I was wondering if you’re available tomorrow.”
“Um, well, that depends on what you need me available for,” she replies with humor. It’s then I realize my plunder. Jesus, not only have a been a grade-A dick to the woman, now it seems like I’m interested in her in a different way. The only way I want Kody is spread open, bent over, or bouncing on my cock. And something tells me she wouldn’t be interested in being a fuck buddy. Hell, she doesn’t seem like the type, and Kody deserves a hell of a lot more after what Mom mentioned.
“Shit, I’m botching this up. I’m in a bind, and well, Josephine likes you, talks about you non-stop. What I guess I’d like to ask is, would you be available to watch her tomorrow while I’m at work?” I look down at the floor, staring at my work-scuffed boots and hoping like hell she’ll help me out.
“Why didn’t you say so from the beginning?" Kody questions with humor in her tone.
“Josephine would really like you to hang out with her instead of going to a meeting where she’s going to have to be seen and not heard. She really does like you better than me most days,” I lay it on thick.
“Jameson Evans, are you using your daughter to get your way?” I’m pretty sure she is laughing at me in her head.
“Don’t you dare tell my momma. She won’t let me live it down, but I’m not above using my daughter if it means you’ll help me. I’d really appreciate it. And hell, maybe you could watch her a few days a week? Contrary to what your brother thinks, I’m not a cheapskate,” I tack on the end in case she thinks I’m asking her to do this for free.
“How early are we talking?” I’m going to have to sweeten the deal, I can tell already.