Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
Her face went from a nice pale red, to full-on ripe strawberry. What the hell was wrong with him? It was just so surreal to have a real-life good girl having dinner with him. In his world, virgins were as fictional as a fucking unicorn.
“If you raise your voice a little louder, I think the kitchen staff will hear.”
Brick glanced around the restaurant and realized he’d raised his voice. Asshole. If the club could see him right now, they’d be taking the piss out of him for fucking months, if not years.
He was the fucking VP, not some normal guy who didn’t know his way around torturing a man. This should have been fucking easy.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I mean it when I said I don’t date, and you’re the first woman I’ve met that I want to get to know.”
“I am?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Yeah, you are. I don’t go on dates at all. I don’t recall ever taking a woman to dinner.”
“Oh,” she said. “So, we’re both kind of rusty. You just have the experience of what is supposed to happen at the end of a date.” She stopped and then raised her hand, shaking it left and right. “Not that I mean this is going to end like that.”
“Of course not.” He wanted to. He’d love to be the first man to break her in and feel her tight cunt wrapped around his dick as she came. The very thought of it had his cock hardening again, which pissed him off, seeing as he’d just gotten the damn thing under control.
“Tell me what it’s like to be a chicken farmer,” she said.
“Chicken farmer?”
“That’s what you are, right? A farmer. I figured chickens were your thing with what you came in for.”
“Right, yes, right.” Shit. Fuck. Shit. Then he remembered Rancher. “Yeah, it’s not something I talk about. There’s no reason to talk shop. Let’s talk about something else.”
“Sure. Sure. So, Brick, is that your real name?” she asked.
“Yeah, it is. Weird parents. What do you like to do outside of work?”
“There’s not a whole lot of time to do anything else, but I like to go for walks and I visit the library when I have time. I’m also saving up for some night classes. When my grandmother was alive, she was always upset that she didn’t have the money to send me to college. She told me it was a dream of hers to have at least one member of her family do it. Even though she’s not with me anymore, I’d like to do it.”
“You loved your grandmother?”
She nodded. “Yeah. She was a good woman. A strong, hardworking woman. She believed hard work got you places in this world.”
As he looked at her, Brick saw the demons in her eyes. There was something she wasn’t telling him. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he intended to find out.
****
The following day, Callie let herself into work, turning on the lights in the office. She moved toward her tiny locker, opened up the combination, and stored her bag inside. Next, she went to the coffee station. Her date with Brick yesterday had lasted long after midnight. They’d been one of two couples left, and it had been amazing. At first, there was awkwardness. There were times she thought he wished to be somewhere else, but that had been her insecurities rearing their ugly faces.
Gradually, they’d started to talk, and she realized Brick was an incredible man. He never went to college, but he was a man of the world. He spoke of traveling and experience out on the open road. The life he’d told her about sounded glorious.
She’d never traveled. Since her grandmother had taken her in, she’d been settled in the trailer until her mother came and took the only home she’d really known away from her. Callie quickly pushed the memories of her mother to the back of her mind. There was no room to think about that woman. She wouldn’t allow her back into her life, not that her mother was doing that in the first place. If anything, it was like Callie didn’t exist to her mother, and she was more than happy with that.
With the coffee poured, she opened up the rest of the shop as other employees arrived. Jeff was one of the last ones in, and it looked like he’d been partying all night.
He stole the cup from her, and she rolled her eyes.
“You know that’s mine,” she said, already going to pour herself another one.
“Yeah, and we both know you make much better coffee than me.” He took a large gulp and moaned. “See, I feel better already.”
She poured another coffee for herself as Jeff fired up his computer. Standing in the doorway so she could see the counter and not be rude to Jeff, she thought about Brick the night before.