Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I narrow my eyes as they’re all laughing too hard to answer me and Thrush looks too angry to bite out a single word. I lift a brow at him, but he shakes his head and storms over to the kitchen sink.
He turns back to me and plops a block of ice on the table before me. I wrinkle my brows as I stare at it. Then, it dawns on me what I’m looking at.
“Bro, they froze your drumsticks,” I say and fight not to burst into laughter.
Thrush turns to glare at Saga. “I think she did it. No, I’m sure she did it. These idiots have never been this creative,” he snarls.
My mouth falls open and I turn my gaze on Saga. She gives me a sheepish grin and shrugs her little shoulders. I lift a questioning brow at her.
“I didn’t want everyone to stop having fun because of me. I figured if I joined in, you couldn’t be too hard on them,” she says.
“I fucking love her. That shit was genius,” Fendi croons.
“You know what? I’m not mad at her. I’m mad at these assholes for telling her just how to fuck with me. Welcome to the family, gorgeous. Payback will be a bitch,” Thrush says and winks at her.
My heart warms as I take this as the guys initiating her into the family. The guys are not always so welcoming to newcomers. This means a lot to me because I want her here and I want her to feel safe and welcome.
I hope she knows what she’s opened herself up to. These guys can get crazy with the pranks. Sometimes, there’s nothing else to do.
Although, I have to admit she just earned hella points with me. I shoot her a wink. She ducks her head shyly. Now, I’m even more intrigued by this girl.
In my book, she just became a fucking rock star. I grin and give her a slow clap. As Thrush sits and starts to chip at the ice with a knife, I can’t hold my laughter in any longer.
“Assholes,” Thrush mutters under his breath.
Saga
I’ve just gotten off the phone with Isha and finished changing into my nightclothes. I can still hear the guys up front teasing and taunting each other. With a smile on my face, I shake my head.
I jump as the door opens and Bishop steps inside. I’ve been jumpy since Thrush promised payback. I think the anticipation of his payback is going to do me in more than the prank itself.
I like the guys. They’re a lot of fun and really down to earth. Again, something I wasn’t expecting.
They’ve made me feel like one of them. Not one cringeworthy moment has passed between us. Instead, I feel like I have gained six new big brothers.
I say six because this one right here. Bishop Love. He doesn’t look at me like a brother would and I don’t get the feeling he ever intends to change that.
As I take him in, I hope the look I’m giving him isn’t the same. He’s shirtless, in only sweatpants, with his hair pulled up on top of his head. From the cocky look that comes to his face, I get the feeling my hopes are wasted.
“You know you set yourself up with that prank. Say the word and I’ll call them off,” he says.
I shrug my shoulders. “If I were the new guy, would you call them off?”
He gives me a sexy grin. “No. He’d have to suck it up and take it.”
“Cool. I’ll handle it.”
He chuckles. “Yet you’ve been jumping out of your skin all evening.”
“Like you said. I asked for it. I made my bed; now I’ll have to lie in it.”
I regret my words the moment they’re out of my mouth. Bishop’s nostrils flare and his heated gaze drags over my body. I shift from foot to foot and tug my little shorts out of my crotch.
With a single look, this man has made my panties moist. I am here for a job. This is my boss, I chant to myself.
He moves to sit on the bed and pats the space beside him. I hesitate for a beat then pad closer and sit next to him. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, then closes it back as if thinking better of it.
He searches my face with those intense eyes as if he’s committing every inch to memory. Then his eyes light up. I’m curious as to what’s going on in his head.
“What’s your favorite food?”
I’m shocked that this is what he chooses to ask. I take a moment to think. Then a smile comes to my lips.
“Quesadillas. I love a good quesadilla,” I reply.
“Only one,” he murmurs to himself.
“Huh?” I say in confusion.
“You only have one dimple. I wanted to see if I could make you smile to make sure I was right. You only have one. On the right side,” he murmurs.