Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“It would make for an interesting watercooler discussion.”
She tossed her purse on my sofa. “I’m glad you came out tonight. You surprised me—and them. I loved the looks on their faces when you arrived. They all shut up real fast.”
“Yeah, that was pretty telling. I guess I should make more of an effort. I didn’t realize what an ogre they thought I was.”
“You are a bit of an ogre on the surface, but deep down you’re a cinnamon roll.”
“A what?”
“A cinnamon roll.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you’re, like, sweet…selfless.”
“I’ve been called a lot of names in my life, but nothing as ridiculous as that.” I chuckled. “I suppose there are worse things.”
“Like that prick. That’s what my dad calls you.”
“Well, that’s just brilliant.”
She cackled. “Only because of the attitude you gave me when we first met. I’ve told him you’re nicer now, but he hasn’t quite gotten over it.” She followed me into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools. “You’re very intimidating. I don’t know if you know that. The way they were all talking about you—before you got there—they’re all afraid of you.”
“I don’t intimidate you, though.”
She leaned her arms on the center island. “It’s more like you don’t fool me. I know you’re not who you portray yourself to be. But you still make me nervous sometimes. I have this idea that you’re judging me a little. Must be PTSD from the day we met. Although I sense you do actually like me now.”
I took two glasses from my cupboard and filled them with water from the fridge. “You’ve got me all figured out. There’s nothing more to say.” I handed her one.
“Thanks.” She took a sip and looked around my kitchen. “Got anything good to snack on? I ate so early tonight that I’m hungry again.”
I’d nearly forgotten she was eating for two. “Why don’t I make you something? What are you in the mood for?”
“No need to cook anything. I don’t want much. Just something to satisfy my sweet tooth.” She chuckled. “You don’t happen to have Devil Dogs, do you? Do they even have those here?”
I squinted. “Devil Dogs? Like hot dogs?”
“No. Devil Dogs are these packaged devil’s food cakes. They sort of look like…” She made an elongated gesture with her hands.
“Like wankers?”
“Never mind. Anyway, I keep them in the refrigerator. They’re so good with an ice-cold glass of milk. I would kill for one of those right now.”
I rummaged through my cupboard. “I have Cadbury chocolate. Will that do?”
“Sure!” She took the bar from me and removed the wrapper. “I guess I am having cravings, huh?”
She took a bite, closing her eyes and bending her head back for a moan my dick certainly didn’t miss. I needed to get laid.
“Is that the symptom you were referring to in the tub—the one you were embarrassed to admit? Cravings for chocolate?”
“Oh…” She shook her head. “No.”
“I’m pretty sure I know what it is,” I teased.
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think it is?”
“There’s only one thing you could possibly be embarrassed to admit, and I read about it.”
“What’s your guess?”
“Flatulence.”
Her eyes widened. “Well, you’re right, that would be embarrassing, but that’s not it.” She took another bite of chocolate. “Maybe I misled you. What I’m experiencing shouldn’t be embarrassing, but somehow it would be embarrassing for me to admit it to you.”
“Hmm…” I tapped my fingers against the counter. “Okay, well, I guess I’ll have to continue to make educated guesses, then.”
When she licked chocolate off her bottom lip, I had the sudden urge to do the same. That was my cue to leave the room. “Let me find you a shirt to sleep in,” I said.
I rummaged around and found one of my largest T-shirts hanging in my wardrobe. I returned to the kitchen and handed it to her.
She held it out in front of her. “This will fit me like a dress. Awesome.”
I pointed. “The guest room is the last door on the right down the hall.”
“Thanks,” Abby said before leaving the kitchen.
I put our water glasses in the dishwasher, unsure whether she was coming back out. But then I turned to find her standing in the kitchen again, wearing my shirt. I could see the form of her breasts clearly through it, as well as her nipples poking slightly at the cotton fabric. My dick stirred.
“Thanks for this.” She looked down at herself. “Really sweet of you.”
“Like the cinnamon roll I am.” I winked. “I’m sure your coworkers would disagree, though.”
“Do you want to know what they think of you? I’ve been holding back a bit.”
“I don’t need to—”
“The guys take issue with your attitude, mostly. But the women all think you’re hot, so they cut you more slack.” Her cheeks turned pink. “I can’t say I blame them. As much of a dick as you can be sometimes, you are a very good-looking man, Sigmund. That can’t be denied.”