Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“Aren’t you early?” she says with a yawn. “I thought this thing wasn’t until noon?”
“It’s ten thirty,” I point out, walking in and setting my bag on her small kitchen counter.
When she sees it, her eyes narrow.
I try not to notice all the little things I shouldn’t notice. Like the way the material clings to her tits when she folds her arms or the way her top rides up, exposing more of her stomach.
Fuck me, what is this?
I’m behaving like some horndog who just found out he can do a lot more with his dick than piss out of it.
“What’s that?” she asks, a wary note in her voice.
“For expanding your wardrobe.”
“You bought me clothes?” She blinks at me.
I can’t help my smile as I look back at her.
“Unless you’d like to go without, Sweet Stuff. I might appreciate that, but my dear old mother wouldn’t.”
“Oh my God. You did not just say that.” A flush reddens her face as she snatches the bag. “These better not be hideous…”
I can’t promise anything, but as she lifts the dress out of the bag—a green-and-white silk maxi dress—she frowns. “It’s very… green.”
I gesture around her little conservatory squeezed into an apartment. The place is exploding with plant life I assume she can’t live without.
“I figured green suited you.”
“I mean, yeah.”
“So you don’t hate it?”
A shy, reluctant smile touches her face as she looks back up at me.
“I don’t,” she allows. “But how did you know my size?”
“Lucky guess.” That, and by selecting a store assistant with a similar shape to Junie, right down to the wide flare of her hips and her natural waist. I might’ve come off like a creep, but it got me a dress I’m fairly sure will fit and the assistant was tipped dearly for her trouble.
“Oh, wow. These are Jimmy Choos!” She pulls the matching shoes out and grins.
“You can keep them.”
“For my trouble again?” she asks.
I nod slowly.
“But they…” She trails her fingers along the crystal-embellished straps. “They’re just beautiful.”
“Glad you like them.”
“Dex, I can’t—”
“Don’t thank me before you make sure they fit. Go try them on.” I nudge her toward her bedroom and with one last glance at me, she goes.
Finally.
I run a hand through my hair as I sit on her sofa, joined by the cat.
If that ‘chonky’ word the kids use these days had a face, I’d be looking at the poster child.
Catness is a large, beefy creature with huge gold marbles for eyes and a penchant for leaving a thick coat of fur all over my pants.
I don’t have the heart to push the beast away as he jostles his way into my lap, curls up like he belongs there, and purrs. The sound thrums through me as I look around her apartment again.
As noted, it’s overwhelmingly green, with ivy trailing from baskets hanging from the ceiling and what looks like huge ferns propped up against the wall.
A little messy, a little chaotic, but just like its owner with her feisty energy and wild auburn curls, it’s charming.
Though the cracked window frame has a hint of summer mold growing along the edges, and frankly, the tiny chain across her door wouldn’t stop a persistent raccoon from breaking in.
Damn. How has she survived here for so long without anything happening?
I’m not the kind of guy who’s always looking over his shoulder, obsessing over threats I’m sure I could handle.
Still, there’s no denying this place is a ticking time bomb, no matter how charming it looks on the inside. As for its location—
No, shut up.
Not your problem.
None of this is.
“Hey,” Junie calls from her bedroom. “Okay. I’m done.”
“Is it okay?”
She answers by floating into the living room with a smile that’s pure mischief.
My jaw nearly hits the goddamned floor.
“You tell me,” she whispers.
The heels add a couple inches to her height and her hair is piled on top of her head.
She’s stunning as all hell.
The dress, which looked passable enough in the store—though the assistant insisted it would look better on ‘my’ lady—looks like it was made for her.
The sharp dark green brings out the color of her eyes, turning her into a lick of sunshine so vibrant I hate that I can’t have a taste.
I stand, gently lifting Catness off my lap so I can set him down, then walk toward her.
She twirls a full circle, smiling so shyly, letting me see just how the dress cups her ass.
The moment I’ve been trying to forget for two days blazes through my mind.
How fucking close I came to abandoning all common sense and reverting to a blue-balled primate.
I swear, if I hadn’t stopped after that kiss, I would’ve stripped her in the back room and folded her over a table.
I would have fucked her like a man boiling over, knowing how badly she wanted it too.