Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I’ve honestly never seen any shit like it.
And it’s why he’s one of Big Roscoe’s favorite mechanics.
My grip on the tool adjusts to start the sweeping – the first step of many for my closing duties – when familiar giggles convince me to lean the broom against the nearest wall and discover if I’m right and my woman is here early or if I’m so strung out for another hit of her that I’m hallucinating the sounds.
Vibrating in my pocket tempts me to stop in my tracks to see who it could be from – Noah had a million fucking questions after Shelly blabbed about me having a date – but the increased sound I felt like I was dying without having it in my life pushes me to ignore it.
To open the employee’s only door and peek my head around the corner to see if I’m right.
And of course, I’m right.
I’ve dreamt of those sounds for so long and so many nights that they basically became the only lullaby that could slay the demon to sleep when I was out of the other shit.
The demon who hasn’t stirred once since I’ve had her back in existence.
Stealing a small dose of my favorite drug is sneakily done.
Damn…she looks good.
Her little black, floral dress is somehow loose-fitting and tight all at once, hugging the curves that need to be displayed and flowing away from areas that wouldn’t be as flattering. Its sleeve length gives a modest implication yet the plunging neckline that swoops right across her full chest, exposing brown skin I fucking need to leave new marks on, implies the opposite.
She’s proud of her tits.
She wants you to stare.
And I fucking wanna stare.
It’s the prick I work for and every other asshole who walks this planet that I don’t need looking at her.
But I can’t tell her what to do.
She’s not the same shy, nerdy girl who was anxious for reassurance on her appearance and sexual skills.
No.
This woman is fucking confident and outspoken and unapologetic about going after what she wants or showing off what she has.
It’s so fucking sexy.
And so…goddamn scary.
“Ain’t no Ry here,” Big Roscoe brushes off, flashing her a smirk I wanna bash his teeth in over. “You must be lost, sweetheart.”
Pres tilts her head to one side, long, thick, dark brown hair swinging to one side, calling to my fingers to pull it. “He might go by Collins?”
I smoothly call out to her as I prop myself in the doorway. “Hey you…”
Pres beams bright at the same time she shifts her sparkling stare to me. “Hi you…”
We exchange hungry glances that lead to her biting the corner of her bottom lip in a way that has me having to fold my arms across my chest to stop myself from marching over there to be the one to tug it free.
“So, this,” Big Roscoe tips his head across the counter Pres’s direction, “must be the reason you can’t get that stupid, shit eating grin off your fucking face.”
“Am I?”
“It damn sure wasn’t the lukewarm orange juice I stole from Galindo this morning.”
“She also the reason your ass was six minutes late today, Collins?”
Redness rips through her expression prompting my grin to grow wide while I ignore my boss. “I’ve gotta finish closing garage duties before I can go. You wanna wait with or meet me somewhere?”
“With.”
Her lack of reluctance causes my heart to thump hard enough to knock all the air out of my lungs.
Fuck, I’m glad that whole wanting to be near me whenever possible shit hasn’t changed.
I swing my stare to my boss and casually ask, “You wanna stick around and watch me try not to pop wood every time I glance at my woman or you wanna fuck off, and I’ll close the shit down when I’m done?”
He hums as if pretending to contemplate the options.
His ass isn’t actually thinking about shit.
I can shut the shop down all on my own just like I know how to open this motherfucker too.
“I’mma go ahead and lock the front door on my way out, but don’t forget to set the alarm,” Big Roscoe states on a firm finger point. “Remember insurance covers less if someone breaks in here and one of you fuckers forgot to do that shit. And if it happened on your watch, it’s coming out of your paycheck.”
“Yeah, I know. You give me this same speech every time my ass closes.”
He grumbles something under his breath that I don’t care enough to inquire about.
“Come on, baby.” I casually cock my head towards the door behind me. “Shop’s this way.”
Big Roscoe wanders off the direction of his office while Pres happily struts over to me.
Fuck, I could watch her do that shit all damn day.
She somehow makes even walking look sexy.
Once in the garage with the door to the front shut, I swiftly apologize. “Sorry you have to wait while I close up.”