Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Did you just move to town? Or were you looking for a new job?”
Again, I already knew the answers, but I needed something more to be wrong with this woman. Anything to keep me from obsessing over her. She had to have another fucking flaw that would snap me out of this. I would pull it out of her. I always did.
“We just moved here. From Miami,” she replied.
I knew we was her and her nineteen-year-old daughter.
“You’re married?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, sir. My daughter and I moved here.”
I thought for sure she would leave out the detail that she was a mother. But she’d fucking admitted it without flinching.
“How old is your daughter?”
She would lie here.
“Nineteen,” she replied with almost a flash of pride in her eyes.
Damn this woman for not being the low-class, conniving bitch I had been sure she was going to be.
“How old are you?” Lydia’s question surprised me since she rarely spoke without permission.
The horror in her tone pissed me the fuck off. Lydia wasn’t one to judge anyone. She’d had five abortions that I knew of.
“Thirty-six,” Fawn answered truthfully, but the flare of annoyance in her eyes as she looked at Lydia told me she didn’t appreciate her reaction or question. Those incredible golden eyes of hers swung back to me, and the fire in them only made my cock throb harder. “If that will be all, may I go?”
I wanted to laugh at the tone she’d just used with me. When had anyone spoken to me like that, except my oldest son who didn’t give a fuck?
Letting Lydia—or anyone for that matter—see me allow that kind of impertinence, however, was impossible. This was what I needed to save me from making a mistake. She’d handed it to me by speaking with disrespect. I leveled my gaze on her, and when she paled, I felt guilty.
“Yes, you may. You may also take your things and leave the premises.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Leave?”
Fuck, this was harder than it should be.
“Now. Please don’t continue to speak when you’ve not been invited to.”
I expected her to tear up and rush out. Or at the very least make the mistake of begging me for her job. She did neither.
Those golden eyes glared at me. She fucking glared at me before she spun around, giving me a view of her perfect, round ass before stalking out. I heard Eliana ask her what she had done. I couldn’t hear Fawn even though I had my complete attention zoned in to hear her voice.
Eliana let out a small laugh, and the sound of her amusement at Fawn’s dismissal infuriated me. It took all my fucking willpower to sit there, acting as if firing her wasn’t bothering me. The redhead sauntered into the room, looking entirely too pleased. She was thrilled Fawn was gone. I remained uninterested as I took the glass she’d set down beside me and drank from it.
“Do you need me for anything else?” she asked with a purr in her voice.
“Close the door when you leave,” I replied, not looking at her, but over at Lydia.
Perhaps my having Lydia suck me off here would get the message across to Eliana that we were never going to be anything. She was just a young piece of ass for me to shoot my load down her throat.
When we were alone, Lydia took a drink of her martini. I watched her throat work and tried to get my dick even remotely interested. My hard-on, however, seemed to have left with Fawn Parker.
Five
Fawn
Telling Gypsi I had been fired on day two was just too humiliating. I hated lying to her though. I needed to just admit that I’d lost the best-paying job I had ever had and we might not be heading north in a month—or even a few months. Although, if the asshole she’d dated in the stupid biker club showed up here, we would move with or without the money. Micah had promised me he’d handle the kid and Gypsi would have no more issues with him. I wanted to believe he had followed through on that. Especially since I now had to find a new job, thanks to my inability to keep my mouth shut.
I had to drop Gypsi off at the coffee shop she had gotten a job at, then head back to the camper to get ready for a job hunt. I hadn’t wanted to get ready before and make Gypsi question why I was fixing up when I had work tonight and would have to shower again anyway. She knew me too well. I would have to tell her about losing the job tonight. It wasn’t like I could hide the fact that I wasn’t going into work.
The Harley that was sitting outside my camper when I pulled up made me groan. I knew that bike. Why was Micah here? I parked my car and scanned the area, but I didn’t see him. Just as I stepped out of the car, the camper door opened, and Micah stood in the doorway.