Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Well, we’re on our way to achieving that.” My giggle turns to a gasp as he flexes his hips and hits that magical spot deep inside me.
“You are the most radiant pregnant woman ever,” he adds, lifting my legs and holding me in position. After a few slow, teasing strokes, Harrison pulls out completely, making me whimper in protest. “Come on, love. The shower in my bathroom is calling our name,” he says, as he leads me toward the small adjoining room off his office for round two.
“I’m so excited that you made it!” Gina bellows as I enter Twist of Lime. It takes me a few seconds to adjust to the dim lighting in our favorite hangout.
“Me too. I was busy doing laundry all morning to keep my mind occupied, and now I’m craving this salad something fierce,” I state, joining her in the booth.
“I went ahead and ordered for both of us,” she says, nodding toward the water glass in front of me.
“Thank you so much. I’m so thirsty.” I take a few greedy drinks before we launch into talk about the gym, one of the things we have in common.
“It’s been so crazy lately. With all the new locations and staff, I can barely keep up.”
I level her with a serious gaze. “If it’s too much, Gina, don’t hesitate to say something to Harrison. I know he doesn’t want you overwhelmed at work.”
She waves me off. “Oh, it’s fine. I mean, he hired me so he could be with you more, right? If I complain, that just means he’ll take back some of the duties he’s given me, and you don’t want that.”
No, no, I don’t want that, but I don’t want her stressed and overwhelmed either. “Well, promise me that if it gets to be too much for you, you’ll say something. Or let me say something to him if you’d prefer.”
Gina grins. “That’s sweet, but I’m good. I really enjoy my job. Harrison is a great boss.”
I just smile in return. Even though she bugs Harrison daily and he’s threatened to fire her on more than one occasion, she seems to really like what she’s doing. She really has been a tremendous help with those office duties that he has always hated doing, even if she gets a few things confused from time to time. I mean, we all do that, right?
Right.
“Oh, I got your shower invitation the other day. I already put it on our calendar at work, so I made sure not to schedule anything on December fifth. Harrison already has that entire week blocked out for the opening of the Porter location.”
“Yeah, it’ll be a busy Saturday, for sure, but my sister said that date was the only one open at the community center. With Christmas coming up and different things going on, it was sort of a take-it or leave-it date.”
“What fun, though! You get to celebrate your baby girl right before Christmas. Plus, Harrison will be at the other gym all week, so he’ll stay out of your hair,” she adds with a giggle. Though, I don’t really mind having him around. In fact, I sort of like having Harrison in my hair.
Our salads are delivered, and we both dive right in. There’s a fresh mix of vegetables and nuts on the salad, and paired with avocado and chicken; it’s everything I had been hoping it would be. In fact, I go ahead and order one to-go for Harrison. Since he’s spending his Saturday training the few clients he kept and a couple for the trainer who is on vacation, he probably hasn’t taken time to eat lunch.
“Well, I should probably get this over to the gym,” I say to Gina as the waitress delivers the to-go salad.
“I had so much fun,” she states as she pulls some cash from her pocket. “I hope we can do this again. With Chase gone most of the time to the Dalton and Lakeview locations, and knowing that Harrison is about to get super-crazy busy opening the Porter building, I get lonely at the office. I hope you’ll stop by all the time!”
Pulling my own money from my purse for my two salads, I drop it on the table and gather my stuff. “I’m sure I will. I’m still on the strict exercise plan to keep the diabetes under control. We’ve managed it without having to medicate, which I’m grateful for,” I tell her, sliding from the booth.
“Oh, I’m sure that’s tough,” she says sympathetically, touching my arm.
“It’s not horrible, but I do miss my large glasses of chocolate milk.” I chuckle.
“That is horrible!” she cries, with a laugh. “Almost as horrible as finding women’s underwear under your boss’s desk!”
As I reach the sidewalk out front, her words register and stop me in my tracks. “What?”