Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
This girl is hysterical in addition to being cute, and I laugh out loud with genuine amusement.
“No, not a mirror. Not quite like the evil queen from Snow White.”
Lina nods knowingly.
“I get it. A crown then.”
I smile.
“You’re on the right track. I think if she could have had a diamond tiara, she would have screamed and then fainted from happiness.”
Lina laughs.
“Who even wears a tiara these day?”
I merely swat her butt playfully.
“I think a lot of ladies would, if they could.”
My girl merely snorts, straightening her apron.
“Well, whoever she is, she sounds like a money-grubbing bitch.”
I grin. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before.”
Lina shoots me a lofty look.
“Pardon me, but there’s no other word for that kind of woman.” Then, my pretty date shakes her head. “I will treasure this gift forever, Tim, and when I finally leave this world, I want it buried with me,” she announces dramatically.
I muss the top of her head, until she swipes at me. “Okay, okay, sweetheart, enough with the sweeping statements. Besides, none of that talk,” I say. “I don’t want to think of you leaving this world. It’s too early.”
She grins.
“Alright, deal.”
“So, what do you have to do before locking up?” I ask. “I want to take you out, sweetheart. What do you say? A night on the town?”
The buxom brunette stares at me but then she frowns.
“Really? Right now?” She looks down at her outfit, and back up at me. “I’m not dressed to go anywhere fancy though. Even under this apron, it’s just jeans and a blouse.”
I wave that away. “Don’t worry about it honey. You look beautiful, and you’re dressed perfectly for what I have in mind.”
“Oh?” she raises a brow. “And what do you have in mind, Mr. Carlton?”
I smirk.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
Lina rolls her eyes playfully, and bustles about closing the store. I ask if she wants help, but she refuses, so I sit on the counter by the cash register. It’s nice being with her, even if I’m doing nothing. I like watching her hips sway, and her ponytail bounce as she moves between different displays.
“Okay, I’m all done,” the pretty girl finally chirps. She’s put away her apron, unbuttoned the top button of her top, and smoothed down her ponytail. Lina’s at once innocent and sexy, and I love it all.
Unable to help myself, I slip off the counter and pull her curvy form flush against me. Her skin is smooth and soft under my hands as I kiss her deeply, probing with my tongue. After a few minutes, we’re both breathing hard and my package is pressing undeniably against her soft belly.
“Are you sure we have to go anywhere?” she asks with swollen lips and eyes soft with desire. “I wouldn’t mind if we went straight back to your apartment. Or mine, for that matter.”
“I know what you mean,” I rasp into her ear, “but I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
She releases a contented sigh and takes my hand. “Alright. Let’s go then. I trust you, big guy.”
With that, I lead her out to my truck, opening the door to help her inside. Once that curvy form is buckled in, I hop in as well and rev the motor. Then, we’re on our way to the city, with its bright lights and bustling streets. As we near our destination, I hear Lina gasp next to me.
“Tim, no!” she exclaims. “You’re not taking me there are you? It’s too late in the day, isn’t it?”
I smirk. “I don’t know what you mean. Am I taking you where?”
“To the botanic gardens!” she squeals. “I’ve always wanted to go!”
I chuckle and pat her knee. “I knew you wouldn’t be disappointed, sweetheart. And you’ll see. It’s not too late at all.”
I pull into the parking lot, and Lina practically leaps out of the truck, her eyes bright with anticipation. I pull her to the front, and sure enough, there’s a sign announcing extended evening hours. Lina squeals and claps her hands.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even know!” she exclaims. “This is going to be exciting.”
I pull her close, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“We’re going to have a great time, honey.”
Then, I show the man behind the front desk the tickets I bought online, and he stamps both of our hands.
“Have a good time,” he says courteously. Of course, as soon as we walk into the gardens, Lina’s eyes widen with an almost childlike wonder and excitement. It’s humid and a bit muggy inside, but she doesn’t seem to notice as we make our way down the path.
They have an art exhibit mixed into the plants and vegetation on display. The works are primarily sculptures made from wood, metal, and clay, made to imitate the plants surrounding them. I’m more interested in the art than the vegetation, but the opposite is true for Lina. She reads the plaques of every flower, shrub, and tree we stumble across, pointing out the things that strike her as particularly interesting. I love the way her eyes light up, and the way she squeezes my hand with excitement.