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)
“Seven, seven thirty. I’ll have coffee made, and Josephine probably won’t get up until closer to nine. So, you could nap on the couch if you wanted.” Should Kody say yes, I’ll wake JoJo up before I go to bed, tell her Kody will be here in the morning and she’ll be in the living room.
“Holy crap, I remember why I’m in the photography business. Everyone starts so early. But yeah, I’ll be there, and I will not nap on the couch. I’m being paid, therefore sleeping isn’t part of the equation. As far as me watching her a few days a week, we should probably see how tomorrow goes first.” At least someone is the voice of reason, since clearly, I’m not. Desperation, that’s what I’ll blame it on today.
“Thanks. You’re doing me a solid, and well, you seem to keep helping me every time I turn around. I’d like to return the favor in some way.” I’m probably going to eat my words, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
“As a matter of fact, I may need your help. I’m doing a mini photo shoot in the downtown area next weekend. Can I borrow Josephine for a few photos and add them to my website?” I don’t respond, too stunned by the favor she’s asking. It’s fucking too simple for how she’s helping me out. “I’d need her to stay until more people come along, and of course, you’d get the images for free.”
“Yeah, Kody, I can do that.” It’s not nearly enough.
“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bright and early. Don’t forget to text me your address.” She doesn’t sound too chipper when she talks about getting here around seven.
“I’ll do that now. Thanks again, Kody.”
“You’re welcome. See you.” She hangs up the phone well before I’m ready, and there’s no fucking way I’m touching that subject. Not when I’ve got a hard cock and a fantasy to play out in the shower. Christ, Kody might be doing me a favor when it comes to Josephine. Too bad all it’s doing for me is making my dick ache with the need to feel her tight wet heat surrounding me. It’s going to be a long-as-fuck night.
12
KODY
Dear God, it’s entirely too early to be up, out the door, barely caffeinated, and looking like I’m not trying to attract the attention of a man who makes me act like a giggling schoolgirl. I will say it was nice to hear him not so composed. I probably should have made him sweat a little more, and I would have, too, if it weren’t for Josephine. My only saving grace was my brother making me a mug of coffee doctored up just how I liked it. He gave me a quick hug, and then we were both heading out the door.
Now, I’m standing at his door, a coffee mug in my hand, my crossbody bag holding everything I should need plus a surprise for Josephine, and I’ve got my hand raised to knock on the door. What I don’t expect is for Jameson to answer the door before I make contact, or the way his eyes sweep my body from head to toe. The same could be said for myself. Clearly, he’s in his business mode, unlike me. I went for comfort since I’d be chasing after a toddler today. A white top, semi-cropped, black leggings, a flannel, socks, and a pair of suede clogs. My hair is pulled to the side in a braid, and I opted for no makeup. Jameson, though, dear God Almighty, the man is filling out his clothes in all the right ways. A dark blue long-sleeved buttoned shirt, jeans that mold to his muscular legs, and I’m having a hard time controlling my tongue from licking my lips. Even his hair is styled, though I have to admit, I like it best when it looks like he’s run his fingers through it a thousand times a day.
“Hey,” I finally break the silence, kind of hating myself because it also broke the trance he seemed to be absorbed in. The man is definitely hard to read when his walls are built up so high. When he does drop them, well, it makes me forget all the reasons I’m currently on a hiatus from men.
“Hey, come on in. Josephine is still asleep, except she’s in my room. I’ll show you the way as well as the house. We’re pretty easy going. She’ll take a nap after lunch and has no problem letting you know what she’d prefer to eat.” There’s the no-bullshit Jameson Evans I’ve come to know. It’s like a light switch he can turn on and off at any given time.
“Sounds good. Lead the way.” I walk in as he steps back, opening the door for me. I notice there’s an area off to the side with shoes, so I move toward it and kick mine off. I’m really glad I decided to wear socks because Jameson’s home is wall-to-wall wood flooring. There’s no way my feet wouldn’t get cold, and I’m pretty sure he’d frown upon me searching his laundry room or bedroom for a pair of socks to stay warm.