Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
There isn’t much to go on other than a credit check and a co-sign on the lease that looks like her parents. I was right in my first assessment that she looked young—she’s just turned eighteen. I think about her soft features and how delicate she was, and then I think about her curves everywhere else. She might be barely legal, but she’s got the body of a woman.
I spend the next hour scouring the internet to see if I can find her on social media or any job application sites. But when I hear a knock at my door I remember the food I ordered. I grab my wallet off the counter and take out the cash for a tip when I hear another knock.
“Coming,” I call out as I hurry to the door and pull it open.
“Oh.”
There stands Teeny with two big bags of food as she looks my half-naked body up and down. My initial reaction is to slam the door closed, but I’m afraid it might scare her even more.
“Sorry,” I mumble because what else do I say? She’s been stunned into silence and I’m reminded of why I don’t interact with people.
“No, I’m totally sorry. It’s my fault. They just dropped all this food at my place and tried to tell them they had the wrong address but they insisted.” She holds up the bag and smiles so sweetly at me it feels like she kicked me in the gut. “I think these are yours.”
“I um, ordered you food,” I mutter in a low voice. I feel completely naked even though I’m just without a shirt. Why do I always sound so unsure of myself?
“There’s no way this is all for me.” Her eyes are wide with shock as she looks down at them.
“Well, it’s for both of us, but they forgot to give me mine,” I say quietly, closing the door just a little bit to try and hide my size.
“I can’t believe how sweet you are.” She looks up at me with her dark brown eyes and they are so honest and sincere. “Do you want to just eat together since they got it mixed up?”
Why is this young woman not running for the hills? She’s too unaware of how small she is and how easily she could be kidnapped and murdered. She’s inviting me to have dinner with her when she doesn’t even know me. But maybe I’m the kind of person she needs in her life to look out for her.
“Let me put a shirt on,” I say quietly as I stare down at my chest then close the door. I curse myself and then open the door. “Would you like to come in?”
She laughs a little as she nods and then steps inside. What the hell am I doing?
Chapter Three
Teeny
I try not to stare at Bull, but it’s hard not to. He’s big—really freaking big. I’ve never seen someone as big as him, and to top it off he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen. This much hotness should not get to take up this much space. No wonder he didn’t want to answer the door. He probably gets mobbed by women. I have to fight to not to reach out and touch him. I wonder how hard he is in other places.
He shifts out of my way so I can enter his home and I smile as I step inside. I’m excited to see his place, so I take a calming breath because I know what happens when I get overly excited. I keep thinking about how deep his voice sounds and what it does to my body. I want to know who he is and everything about him.
My cheeks heat when I think about standing in the hallway and hearing his voice. He’d been merely a few feet away from me and he’d been naked. Or so he said. I hadn’t thought much on it at the time, but now that I’m actually seeing him it’s all I can think about.
I was supposed to be unpacking, but I kept checking my peephole to see if he came out. I wanted to get a glimpse of the mystery man with the deep voice because I had a feeling he’d be big.
He doesn't seem so sure about inviting me into his space when I glance up at him. I stop for a second, feeling uneasy. I’m used to some people not wanting me to come over. My parents had a set of friends who outright said it. They weren't friends after that.
“If you don’t want to eat together, it’s fine,” I say as I try to give him a way to back out.
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as the bags begin to feel heavy in my hands. How much food did he order? My stomach growls in protest because I’m hungry and want the food. I hadn't thought about getting food for my place yet and I’m not sure how it slipped my mind. I guess I’m so used to living at home with my mom. She always made sure I was fed.