Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
She waved them away. “Leave ‘em. I’ll drive.”
So that was what we did.
First, we went to the bank and deposited what looked like thousands and thousands of dollars in cash.
“I didn’t realize people paid in cash anymore,” I said after she packed the canister and then sent it in the drive through.
“Most don’t necessarily like it anymore. But we take cash. And we don’t require a deposit. Meaning, a lot of trysts and shit happen at our hotels.” She snickered. “Speaking of, next stop is the hotel. I have to pick up my phone I left. Then I have to go to the power company.” She pulled out of the parking lot at a hundred miles an hour, and I braced myself against the seat for the upcoming turn.
She pulled into the hotel parking lot a few seconds later, parking near the back of the lot.
“Why are you back here?” I asked, looking around.
She looked at me. Really looked at me. Then said, “I’ll be right back. I had to take a nap while on shift yesterday, and I used one of the clean rooms.”
I frowned at her. “What does that mean?”
“It means, when a family comes in, or someone that looks ‘clean,’ I give them a particular block of rooms. Anybody coming in to fuck someone, gets one of the ones that gets it all the time. I only take naps in the clean rooms because, gross.” She shrugged. “Be right back.”
I kicked off my tennis shoes and fished out a piece of paper that was stuck to the bottom of my left sock, then grimaced as I looked at Anisa’s floorboard and saw all the dirt.
Putting my shoes back on, I was focused on getting them to the perfect tightness when I saw a flash of white in the corner of my eye.
Looking up to where I’d seen the flash of white, I blinked when I saw the cute little white face with the black nose poke his teeny tiny little head out to paw at a bug he saw on the ground. Then dart back inside again.
Like cheesecake danishes and lemon meringue pie, I couldn’t stop myself.
I got out and headed to the shrubbery, calling soothingly out to the kitten.
“Hello, sweet little baby,” I cooed. “Come here and let me see you.”
One tiny little paw emerged then disappeared.
I moaned. “You’re just the cutest, aren’t you? Come here, little Peter Pan. I want to see you.”
I had no clue why I called cats what I called them. Or dogs, for that matter.
But, when I saw something adorably cute, and unnamed, I couldn’t stop myself.
That was why, when I volunteered at animal shelters, I only worked with ones that’d been named. Because I had problems letting ones go that didn’t.
That meant they were unwanted. Like me.
So no, I didn’t do unnamed animals.
Even worse, I didn’t do assholes.
Such as the one currently walking out of the room a few doors down from me.
At first, it was the laughter that drew my eye to the right.
Then, when my eyes finally understood what I was seeing, my stomach all but dropped down to my feet.
I saw Jeremiah coming out of a room with a buxom blonde.
He was buttoning his long-sleeved button-down shirt and looking over his shoulder at a blonde.
My breath left my throat, and I could’ve cursed myself for getting out and trying to make myself acquainted with a stray cat.
A mewing noise left my throat, and all I could think about… hell, could see… was the way he swaggered as if he’d just got him something good.
Something way better than what he could get from me.
She was tall. I was short.
She was toned and muscled, I was curvy and flabby.
She was beautiful, I was plain.
I swallowed hard as I realized what had just happened.
Reality had, once again, slapped me in the face.
Reality and disgust rolled through me.
A tiny little white paw hit my hand, and I looked down to see little Peter Pan all the way out of the bushes staring at me with the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen.
He was a fluff ball of white hair, blue eyes, and a little black dot on his nose that was the only color to be seen.
He was dirty, though.
And had the longest, most matted hair I’d ever seen.
He could use a good wash, a few hundred kisses, and a warm house.
Only, the sound of a motorcycle started up, and chased him back into the bushes before I could capture him.
I sighed and got up, knowing that I wouldn’t be getting him back today.
Tomorrow, I’d have to come back with a can of cat food.
Turning without thinking, I headed back to Anisa’s car to find her standing there looking at me with a knowing scowl on her face.
Her eyes were solely on me, and she was clenching her hands into fists as if she was having to restrain herself from performing an exorcism.