Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“You know what? That’s not a bad idea.” Todd snaps his fingers, hops out of the chair, and extends his hand to shake mine. “Thanks, Crew. At the rate I’m going, I’ll owe you more than I could ever repay you.” He shakes my hand, and I return the gesture. Todd leaves as fast as he arrived, and I’m left shaking my head. I’ve got a shit ton of questions but not enough time to ask those questions, which means I’ll be making a call to Jude sooner or later.
I grab my things: keys, cell, jacket, and plans. Jude keeps harping on us to go digital, and while that sounds great in theory, the scope of work we do, well, it’s not always conducive.
“Later, Mary. Don’t stay too late, and feel free to transfer the important calls to my cell or send me a text with the context. I’ll be out at the jobsite with Jagger in Oak Haven.” She’s busy typing away, not responding right away, which means she’s finishing her thought and will reply once she’s done.
“Have a good day, Crew, and I can handle the calls. Don’t you worry.” Mary pauses. “Also, I won’t be here tomorrow. My granddaughter has her school play, in case you forgot.” Shit, I did, which means I’ll really be throwing Serena into things while trying not to leave Mary with too much work when she returns.
“No problem, and you caught me. I did forget, for a moment. Enjoy your time, and I’ll see you Monday.” When her phone rings, I take that as my cue to head out. Instead of taking the elevator, I use the stairs. The reason for that? Well, even I’m not ready to unpack my interest in the fair-skinned, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman that has my dick in a constant state of arousal. I keep my head on a swivel, looking for her with each flight of stairs I land on. By the time I make it through every landing spot without a sight of her, I figure I’m shit out of luck.
The glass building with its open area on the main floor means my view is unhindered. I round the corner and see a woman with loose waves past her shoulders and a backside I could pick out of a lineup. Serena’s heart-shaped ass is only part of the package. The downside of holding back and watching from a distance is that when she disappears around the corner, so does my view.
“Fuck,” I grumble low enough so no one to hear. My cock is damn uncomfortable, and there won’t be any relief in sight until I’m home for the night.
Tomorrow is going to be the sweetest form of torture. Keeping my hands off her, well, that’s going to be damn near impossible.
2
SERENA
My brain is on information overload, and I still have to get through tomorrow. Then I can melt into my couch and binge-watch as many documentaries as one can while refusing to leave for any minor inconvenience. I’ve been in heels all week, along with a bra, and not the comfiest clothes a girl wouldn’t actually mind being in.
I walk through the small two-bedroom, one-bathroom home I’ve rented for the past five years. It’s full of pieces I’ve found along the way, bit by bit from other areas when I’d run across a post, get in my car, and drive for miles upon miles to pick up my purchase. I’ve done this for what seems like forever until my house was furnished. I still have certain pieces I’m looking for and will occasionally splurge if I come across an item. But for the most part, I put the brakes on any extra expenditures since switching to part-time work while going to school full-time.
That also meant taking handouts from my parents in the form of free meals. Okay, a lot of the time, I’d eat dinner, take leftovers, and any time Mom would pick up deals, she’d send one home with me. Then, when there were those times bills would pile up, the power bill would spike, and I’d need cash, I’d begrudgingly accept their help. But I’m entirely too headstrong to openly take money from my parents, so instead, I’d do a few tasks around the house that they didn’t like to. For instance, last weekend, I deep cleaned the garage with Dad. I’d have done it anyway and for free, except neither of them would allow that. We came to an impasse until we all conceded.
They paid me, I worked my tail off, and now I should be good for the time being, or at least until I receive my last check from my previous job next week. It won’t be a lot of cash, just enough for gas and food, and that’s okay because my bills are completely paid for the month.