Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
After quickly cleaning him up, I start applying some ointment to his chest to help the healing process, and as my hands glide over his toned chest, the little bell over the door chimes once again.
On instinct, I glance back to see who’s walked through the door, and my hands pause on Viper’s chest as I stare back at Alex, looking just as devilishly delicious as he did the other day.
9
KYAH
Alex, A.K.A. Dirty Perv Neighbor who likes to do a little parkour down the stairs of my apartment, stares at me like he’s hoping for a challenge. A cocky smirk lingers on his lips as his eyes seem to dance with silent laughter, and damn it, I can’t resist. He’s like the perfect snack just waiting to be eaten.
Excitement drums through my veins, and my brow arches as a stupid grin tears across my face. “You must be lost,” I say, my fingers pausing on Viper’s chest, as my gaze sails over the way his black shirt seems to be glued to his body like a second skin. But damn it, those strong thighs. He could crush me alive with those thighs.
“Who the fuck is this guy?” I hear Crew mutter from his station, no doubt able to hear the way my tone hitched up with excitement. Hell, it’s the way I used to talk to him when I was seventeen and just starting here, when I thought the whole world revolved around him. He treated me like a little sister then, but as I got older, it shifted. I loved the new way he looked at me, but I’ve learned that my world doesn’t revolve around any man, only me, and if they can’t find a way to fit into my orbit, then they need to go.
Ignoring Crew’s question, I keep my gaze focused on Alex, loving the way his eyes seem to dance with an enticing darkness. “I told you, Mace, I’m taking you out,” he says, bracing his elbows on the front counter and peering at me across the shop. “You said you can’t go out tonight, so I’m taking you out now.”
Viper scoffs, and I press a little harder against his skin, though something tells me he’s the kind who gets off on the pain.
I narrow my gaze at Alex, all too aware of the short break in my schedule. Hell, it’s why I asked Viper to stay. If I didn’t have the time, he would have been left to fend for himself. My next client isn’t due to walk through the door for another thirty minutes.
“Is that so?”
Alex nods, not intimidated in the least by the two burly men glaring daggers at him. “A girl’s gotta eat, right?”
Crew stands and strides across the shop, putting himself right in the line between me and Alex. He crosses his arms over his wide chest, and I can’t help but feel as though this is quickly turning into a pissing match, only Crew seems to be the only idiot participating. “She already ate.”
The fuck?
I stand, moving around Crew, more than frustrated with him today. “She can speak for herself,” I say, my jaw clenching as I stare up at the man who treated me like a fucking goddess last night, but all his words seem to mean nothing today, and he’s treating me like his property. “And you know what? I’m suddenly starving.”
Moving back to my station, I pass Viper and toss my gloves into the trash before reaching for my phone and shoving it into my back pocket. Only as I turn back, Viper sits up and catches me around the waist. “You know this guy?” he demands.
“He’s my neighbor,” I tell him. “No one you need to be worried about.”
“Baby, I worry about every man who looks at you like that.”
I roll my eyes, glancing between Crew and Viper as I step out of his hold. “Do you have any idea how overbearing you two are today? It’s sickening.”
“You can say that again,” Big Jim grumbles from across the shop.
Crew mutters under his breath, something he’s clearly become very fond of doing today, and as I walk past him, I turn back to Viper. “Your chest is healing great. Just keep applying the ointment as you usually would.” And with that, I make my way around the front of the shop, stopping right in front of a grinning Alex. “You know, I don’t recall telling you where I worked.”
Alex scoffs, and damn it, standing this close to him, I can smell him, and it has me desperate to smell that all over me. “If you type Kyah, tattoo, and Brooklyn into a search bar, it doesn’t leave many options.”
Shit. He has a good point.
Rolling my eyes, I nod toward the door. “Come on,” I say. “We better go before someone has a coronary back there.”