Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She widened her eyes.
“You’re going to make the poor man cry,” she countered.
It was said with such softness that I had to strain to hear the words.
I lifted my lip at her in a silent snarl and turned back just in time to get a face full of dirt and other things that came out of something above me.
“Ack,” I jumped back, knocking into my sister when I went.
“Hey!” Ariel cried. “You’re such a hoe!”
We went down in a tangle of limbs, luckily with me on top.
I put my hands down to stop my entire body from landing directly on top of her, but my hand caught on a puddle of oil that’d dripped from so many cars that Alec had yet to clean up, and landed hard on top of Ariel.
Our breath left us in loud whooshes, and I scrambled up only seconds after falling.
“Ariel!” I cried, getting up to my knees and staring at my sister.
My sister who was busy laughing her ass off.
“Oh, God,” she laughed, wrapping her hands over her belly. “That was like it was out of a movie or something.”
“Your hair is in the oil,” I told her. “You’re never going to get the smell out.”
She got up and whipped her head around, the wet strands of her hair slapping against my arm.
I stood up completely just in time for Bowe to lean down, causing us to knock heads.
“Oomph,” Bowe said, pulling back, but not in time.
The crack of our heads had my brother’s laughter starting to rumble out of him, and I leveled a glare on him.
“You know,” I said, not seeing the amusement in the situation at all. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?” he asked. “How do you figure?”
I wiped the dirt away from my eyes with my forearm, and then pointed at him.
“You should’ve worn your fucking glasses.”
He grinned.
“I could’ve said the same about you.”
I harrumphed, left my sister sitting on her ass where she was still laughing, and stomped away.
Instead of trying to get into my car with grease all over me, I opted for a shower.
Once I was clean, I slipped my panties and bra back on, and was just slipping my feet into a pair of my brother’s coveralls that he wore in the garage so he wouldn’t get his clothes completely fucked up, when I heard the outer office door open.
“Hey!” I called to, who I thought was, my brother or sister. “Can you bring me my phone off the desk? I hear it ringing, but forgot to bring it in with me.”
I brought the coveralls up and over my shoulder, fingers on the zipper to close it up, when I looked up and noticed the shadow in the doorway.
“Thank…” I froze at seeing Bowe standing there.
He had my phone in his hand, and his eyes were on my belly.
I looked down and cursed.
The bra I was wearing today was one of my more sheer ones. Although you couldn’t actually see my nipples in them, you could definitely see the outline of them. My panties, however, were a different story.
Those were see through, and you could see the hair covering my sex, as well as the very inside of my thighs in the slit of the coveralls that I’d been about to zip up.
“Oh,” I said, my hands fumbling to spread my fingers and pull the sides of the coverall to hide my abdomen. “I’m sorry. I thought it was my brother or sister.”
“Your sister went home in her car, which I might add your brother said needs to get new tires, and your brother’s finishing up on my car. I came in here to drop the money off.” His eyes were still on my belly.
“Oh,” I replied dumbly. “Okay.”
My hands fumbled at the zipper, and finally I was able to pull it up, not stopping until the zipper was zipped up completely to my collarbone.
“Do you need a receipt?” I asked helpfully.
He looked like he was ready to bolt.
Did I scare him?
“No,” he shook his head and returned his eyes to mine. “I’m going to give him cash. We usually do this under the table.”
“Ahh,” I replied with nothing else to say to that. “Is that car street legal?”
He shook his head. “No. The tires on it are racing tires, not to mention you get them on the road and they’ll wear down quicker than you can say ‘bald.’”
I grinned.
“I didn’t think so, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”
He was at the door now, and I took a step forward, to do what, I didn’t know.
The moment he saw my foot move, though, he was pushing out the door.
“See you later,” then he was gone, leaving me incredibly embarrassed.
I knew I wasn’t the smallest girl around.
I wasn’t the biggest, no, but I had curves.
I had a lot of them.