Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Why, you bitch,” Screaming Barbie screeches from behind me, but I ignore her. I concentrate instead on not laughing.
“I take it you’re my neighbor,” I tell the dark-haired woman in an apologetic tone. It’s true…those screams would wake up the dead. It doesn’t help that my town home is built right up against hers, and since the master bedrooms on these floor plans take up the back half of the second story, that means my bedroom sits adjacent to hers.
“We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting formally, but yes, I just moved in a few weeks ago.”
I have to marvel at the way she ignores the naked woman behind me who just called her a bitch. Her eyes don’t even stray from mine once.
I stick my hand out to her. “Reed Olson.”
She surprises me by shaking my hand. “Josie Ives.”
She’s got a strong grip, and I like that. It tells me she’s a confident woman, which I find to be a tremendously sexy quality. And yes, I know I’m a douche for having Screaming Barbie attached to my back while checking out this woman whom I happened to wake up with some very loud sex.
“I can’t believe you’d come over here, calling me names, and now you have the gall to shake his hand,” Screaming Barbie says, and I have to call her that because fuck if I can remember her name right this very minute. I know I knew it when we had dinner, but it’s completely gone right now. After my neighbor nicknamed her, that’s all I can picture her as.
Josie still doesn’t even acknowledge her, keeping her eyes pinned on me. “Listen,” she says as she releases my hand with a sigh. “I’m sorry to be a bitch, but I just came off a thirty-six-hour shift and I’m exhausted. Can you just keep it down a little?”
“Thirty-six-hour shift?” I ask curiously as I manage to pull away from the angry blonde behind me. I lean an arm against the doorjamb and cross one ankle casually over the other.
“I’m an ER doctor,” she explains. “And despite how tired I am, I’m still a really light sleeper.”
“Well, my apologies,” I tell her sincerely with a slight bow of my head. “I think I’ve got a ball gag in one of my drawers I’ll use the next time.”
I’m completely fucking bowled over when Josie laughs, ignoring another screech of indignation from the woman behind me. Two deep dimples pucker just outside of Josie’s full lips, and her eyes dance with amusement.
She inclines her head at me and says, “Appreciate it, neighbor.”
And then she turns and trots down the porch steps to the sidewalk. I watch with an amused smile on my face as she turns left, walks ten paces, and jogs up the matching steps to her own veranda-style porch. I live in a townhouse in a very wealthy and exclusive area of North Raleigh. I bought this home because it was gorgeous, with custom interior upgrades and an Old Charleston feel to the neighborhood. The units are three stories with veranda porches at the entry level as well as the top level, where the master bedroom is. There’s a basement below where my man cave is set up.
I watch Josie all the way until she walks through her front door, even leaning out my door just a little until she’s out of sight. A total little hottie in her own right, and I admire her spirit.
“Reed,” the blonde whines as she tugs on the waistband of my jeans, and I suddenly remember her name is Natasha. “That was just rude.”
With a sigh, I step back into my foyer and shut the door. Turning to Natasha, I can’t help but admire her naked beauty before me. She’s tall, which is my preference, with a small waist and huge tits…also my preference. I tend to date models, and her blond hair is also to my taste. Total opposite of the petite, curvy, and dark-haired doctor just on my doorstep.
“I’m feeling horny,” Natasha pouts sexily as she steps into me. “I need more.”
I try not to wince at the prospect of her potential screams, so I ask her instead, “How do you feel about ball gags?”
Her expression is blank for a moment, and then her eyes narrow at me as she gets the implication. “Seriously?”
“I’m just saying,” I tell her with my hands held up. “They can be sexy. A total turn-on. And we won’t piss off my neighbors.”
“I’ll have you know many men enjoy my screams and what I do to get there,” she huffs out, completely offended.
“Many men?” I ask her slyly, to throw the heat off myself.
“Well, I’m choosy,” she starts to backpedal. “I’m not a whore, I’ll have you know.”
“Never said you were,” I tell her blandly.
“I can be quiet,” she murmurs, then licks her lips as she steps back into me. “I promise.”