Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Apparently, she did not own a motherfucking bra. Like the halter top she’d worn with ripped jeans that clung to her body as if it had been a second skin when we had picked her up, she was in a cropped T-shirt that revealed even more of her flat, toned stomach. The shorts she had changed into hung on her hips and could use a few inches more. Preferably all the way to her ankles.
I jerked my head back around and glared at the television as if it had offended me. My cock, her clothing choices, and those motherfucking freckles were the offenders. I didn’t speak and tried to think about shit to make the hardening in my jeans go away. She didn’t say anything either.
The only sound was the soft padding of her bare feet as she walked behind me and into the kitchen. Maybe she had ugly feet. I wouldn’t know. I hadn’t made it past her fucking stripper-worthy legs. God, I hoped her feet were ugly. That would turn me off. I thought. Probably. I had a thing about feet. But the rest of her was so damn perfect that I wasn’t sure her feet would matter. Ugly ones would help though. I could just look at those when I talked to her.
Her reflection in the flat screen showed her looking in the cabinet for something. I could probably help her, but I wasn’t going to. She could find it. There weren’t many places to look.
The next time the screen went to black, I saw her putting something on a plate, then picking up a glass and taking a drink. When she reached up to get something from the cabinet over her head, the top she was wearing rode up further, and I held my breath, praying it didn’t show any tits and wishing it would at the same time. Angrily, I grabbed my phone to look at emails. Anything but the screen.
A knock on the door was a relief. Jayda. A distraction. I jumped up and headed to answer it. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Montana had stilled and was watching me, but she still didn’t speak.
Opening the door to Jayda, holding a large, reusable tote bag that she took to the grocery store with her, I wanted to weep with joy.
“You know how much I love you, don’t you?” I told her, reaching to take the bag.
“All men do, honey. Get in line,” she retorted with a smirk, tossing her deep auburn hair over her shoulder and strutting inside past me.
Jayda starred in several of my fantasies. I’d gotten off to thoughts of her and her longtime girlfriend, Beth, many times in the shower. She was tall, willowy, and stunning. Walking into the kitchen at Linc’s one day to catch her and Beth kissing had given me a boner for fucking days. I’d been twenty-two at the time, but I was sure it would do the same thing now. I doubted that was something a man outgrew.
“Hello,” Jayda said brightly as she entered the cabin. “I’m Jayda. Your supplier of meals.”
“Oh, thank you,” Montana replied with that fucking sultry voice I wished would continue being unused. “I wasn’t expecting food already in the refrigerator when I arrived, but it was a pleasant surprise.”
Jayda pulled out a stool and sat her ass down. Great. She was going to stay and chat with Montana, who I was trying to ignore.
Thanks a lot, Jayda. I walked over and set the food on the counter and began pulling containers out of the bag.
“It’s my thing. I love cooking, baking—heck, I even love going to the grocery store. Well, Whole Foods. It’s my jam,” Jayda told her.
The corner of Montana’s mouth tugged up as if she was repressing a smile. The hint of a dimple appeared. I realized she’d not smiled until this small attempt right now. I wanted to see her smile. Was there one dimple, or did she have two?
“I’ve only been in a Whole Foods once,” Montana replied.
Her smile got a little wider. I was seeing another dimple appear.
“All right, you can’t smile like that and not tell me why,” Jayda told her. “And I’m just gonna toss this out there. Your mother must have had some excellent genes because your father…” She scrunched her nose.
Then it happened. The full thing. Two dimples. My gaze lifted to see her eyes as she stared back at Jayda. Sea glass as the light hit them. That was the only way to explain them. They twinkled.
Fuck! Realizing what I had been doing, I tore my gaze off hers to continue getting the other things out of the bag when I caught Jayda watching me with a knowing gleam in her eyes.
FEET! Look at her feet! I dropped my eyes, praying the entire time that they were ugly. No surprise that God had ignored my prayer. They were tanned, as if she’d spent time outside, barefoot, and she had small, perfect toes with pink polish on them.