Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Mum! He’s retired, which he deserves, he’s worked very hard through his life,” I snapped.
“I know,” my mum snapped back. “But he doesn’t know how to be retired, he just annoys me and now he isn’t working, all he wants is sex.”
“La la la la!” I shouted, cutting her off. “I do not need to hear about that, ew.”
“You are such a prude, Gwen, you’re a grown woman, you should be happy your father and I have a healthy sex life,” my mother chided me.
“Whatever Mum. I do not need to know details. Capice?”
“All right, all right.” My mother conceded, for about a millisecond. “How about you sweetie? Any men in your new town?” She sounded almost hopeful.
“Nope.” I lied. “None at all, this town has no men. Well not under the age of fifty anyway.”
Amy, who was still leaning at the door, shamelessly listening, narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t listen to her Lacey!” she shouted, trying to wrestle the phone from me.
“What is Amy saying? Gwenevere are you lying to your mother?” Mum asked sharply.
“No Mum, sorry, really busy, got to go. Love you,” I called, still trying to fight off Amy.
“Don’t you dare...” I heard my mother’s angry but amused tone before I ended the call.
I glared at Amy, who was now leaning casually at my desk, taking another bite out of her sandwich, as if nothing happened.
“What the fuck was that Abrams?” I screeched.
“What?” Amy shrugged her shoulders. “You should tell your mother about your two sexy suitors and about your no doubt wild night last night,” she smirked.
“That’s the last thing I’m going to do, my mother does not need to know about my sex life and especially not about Cade. She would die,” I exclaimed dramatically.
“I doubt that,” she replied dryly. Then with a smile on her face she did a jump. “Now tell me all about your wild night of passion between you and sexy Cade.” She looked like an excited child. “I am sooooo glad you finally got laid, was about time. How hot was it? On a scale of one to Channing?” she asked deadpan.
“Hot,” I answered. “Like, I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had, hot.” I decided to give her a little. I usually told her everything about my sex life, but for some reason I wanted to keep last night to myself. Between Cade and I.
“Holy shit really? How big was his cock? Is he rough and hard or gentle and slow?” she demanded.
“I am telling you no more.” I decided and her face fell. “I will say, my favorite La Perla underwear was ripped, ripped off me.”
At this, she fell back on the couch dramatically fanning her face.
“Enough about me anyway,” I continued. “Anything happen between you and Brock?”
Amy sat up abruptly, frowning. “No. Why would it? He’s an asshole,” she said shortly.
I sat back in my chair, not expecting Amy’s defensive reaction. “Wow.” I held my hands up in mock surrender. “I was just asking, he’s hot and seemed nice and you were giving him the look,” I teased.
“He is not that hot, nor is he nice, nor was I giving him the look,” she snapped.
“Were so,” I shot at her.
“Were not.”
“Whatever! How’s the morning been?” I asked letting her off the hook, but something definitely went on there, something I would find out later.
“Ohmigod it’s been crazy girl! Word spread. Like, fast. People have been coming in from out of town to shop, we got ourselves some big spenders. Just because people live in a hick town does not mean they woman ain’t got style. ”
“Better get to work then.”
CHAPTER SIX
Amy was right, word spread, like, crazy fast. Amy, Rosie and I were run off our feet for the rest of the week with women coming in, some for complete wardrobe overhauls. I was going to have to do a new order soon, a big one. Working out on the floor really helped me figure out what the populace of women wanted, so I could get it in, but I had heaps to do, so I would need to hire more staff. And luckily, with the way things seemed to be going, I would more than be able to afford it.
I also spent the week trying to evade Rosie’s multiple questions about me and Cade, she seemed itching for us to get together, no matter I hadn’t heard from him since the Thursday morning he left cos he had ‘shit to do.’
It was now Tuesday, the following week. I definitely expected to see him, keen as he seemed. And even though this should have been what I wanted, I found it hard to keep my mind off him. I had been non-stop with the store but Cade was constantly on my mind, and I was kind of hurt, he declared me as ‘his’ one minute then no communication the next.
I did get a distraction with Luke coming in every morning and delivering me a coffee, which had become a bit of a ritual when he discovered I had a substance abuse problem when it came to caffeine. We didn’t talk much, given I was usually always busy, but it was nice. I really liked him, and he was definitely hot, but not like Cade. I told myself I would give him a chance, the next time he asked me for dinner I wouldn’t blow him off saying I was too tired, I would say yes.
I was at the counter, Rosie had gone to get lunch, and I had given Amy the afternoon off, since we were quiet. I was flipping through some look books, circling stuff I thought I might order for the store, when the bell over the door chimed. I looked up, smile on my face ready to greet a customer, and my eyes met Luke’s. As he sauntered up to the counter, I mentally congratulated myself for deciding to go out with him. He looked good. His blonde hair was tousled and swept over his face, and he was clean shaven. He was wearing his uniform and fuck did he wear the shit out of that thing. He pushed his aviators to the top of his head as he approached the counter and rested his hand on his gun belt, out of habit I think. But man, did that make him look even hotter.