Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
He sighed as the woman walked off. “I’m a man, I buy tools. I don’t rent them.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize that was written down in the man handbook or is it the caveman handbook?”
“Keep pushing, Gem. You’ll find out which handbook it is.”
That sounded like it was supposed to be a threat . . . but she wouldn’t mind a bit of caveman right now.
“We’re buying the sanders,” he stated as he picked up the pail of stain she’d chosen earlier.
Her floors were going to look so good.
Opal frowned. She was feeling antsy.
And she figured she knew why.
It had been five days since he’d eaten her out in the storage closet, and since then . . . crickets.
She hadn’t gotten to come again.
She also hadn’t received those spankings he’d threatened her with.
There was a dumb, insecure part of her that told her it was because he’d changed his mind. Because he’d discovered that she wasn’t for him.
But she shut that bitch down quick. Because he hadn’t shown any lack of interest. He was always kissing and touching her. If they were out and about, then she wasn’t allowed to be more than an arm’s length away from him.
It was both annoying and amazing.
The man had turned every preconception she had about being in a relationship on its head.
But he still wasn’t touching her the way she wanted him to.
She wanted Daddy to take her over his knee and spank her ass.
Then she wanted Renard to kiss it all better.
Maybe this was his idea of torture. Was he getting off on not getting her off?
Huh.
That was a thought.
“Anything else, sir?”
Wait. Shit. How had they reached the counter already? She was really zoning out.
“Nope,” Renard told Trey. She smiled at the poor guy, who was giving Renard nervous glances.
He seemed to inspire that reaction a lot.
She dug around in her handbag for her wallet. She hated to think about the hit her bank account was going to take. However, before she could get her wallet out, Renard was flipping his card out to pay.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Paying.” He shot her a look. “And you might want to put your purse away before I get mad.”
“Before you get . . . why would you get mad?”
“We’ve already had this conversation, Gem.”
They had?
“We have? Was I there for that conversation?” She put her hands on her hips, staring up at him as the guy handed over the receipt.
“Uh, here you go, sir.”
“Yeah, the conversation where we agreed that I was a guy.” He took the receipt and started pushing the cart out to his truck.
“That’s it? You’re a guy so you pay?”
“Yep.”
“But that makes no sense! This stuff is for my place, not yours. I mean, maybe if you were buying the sanders because you needed them it would be a different story, but—”
“Fine, I am.”
“Oh, you are. Really?” she asked as they got to his truck.
“No, Gem. Not really. What would I need a sander for? I rent an apartment that I don’t like being in, why would I want to spend more time being in it?”
“Is it really that bad?” she asked.
“Yep. You ever see my apartment and you won’t like being in it either.”
“Well, now I need to see your apartment.” She was kind of upset that she hadn’t seen his apartment. Why hadn’t he invited her over? “How come I’ve never seen your apartment?”
He had finished loading up the back of his truck and now he turned her. “Are you mad because you haven’t seen my apartment?”
Was she?
Kind of.
“Um, yeah.”
“Fine, you can come see it whenever you want. Nothing to see and you will be disappointed.”
“I just think that when you’re dating you should see where the other person lives.”
“Right. Get in the truck, Gem.” He walked around to open the front passenger door.
“I still think that I should pay,” she told him as she pulled herself into her seat.
“And I know that you’re my woman and while you’re my woman, you don’t pay for shit. And you don’t push me on that stuff.” He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it over her before buckling her in.
Um.
What just happened?
“Did you just buckle me in?”
“Yep.” He tugged on the seatbelt, then shut the door.
The man was nuts. And yet she’d never felt so cared for as she did right then.
As they were driving to her place, they saw a car on the side of the road with two teenage boys staring down at the flat tire.
“Jesus,” Renard muttered as they approached.
She saw two teenage girls standing on the footpath.
Oh no. A date gone wrong?
Renard drove past before muttering something to himself.
“Not going to stop?” she asked.
“It’s their own problem. Kids should learn how to change a tire.”
“How can they learn unless someone shows them?” she asked.
He muttered to himself before pulling over and doing a U-turn. Then he drove back to where the boys were searching in their trunk for something.