Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
9
I slipped my feet into some man sandals because it was still hot as balls and I wasn’t in the mood for anything else, before following him out the door. Once inside their house I played the game, like I hadn’t just left her a little while ago. I wonder if he ever questions why she always blushes when I come over?
“Something sure smells good, you’re one lucky guy Bri. She’s beautiful and she can cook.” He beamed from ear to ear and I hid my sneer behind the bottle I’d walked over with me. I’m going to fuck the shit out of her you smug fuck.
“You need to find you a girl Todd. Of course there’s no one else around here that can hold a candle to mine, but I know a few people around the office, I could maybe put in a good word for you.” He actually did that brow twitching shit like this was a Groucho Marx movie.
I think she gave him the death glare and now instead of a sneer I was hiding a smile behind my bottle. “Bryan that’s very presumptuous of you. What makes you think he doesn’t already have one?” Oh, a little jealous are we?
Her eyes flitted my way and back down to the bowl she was filling with mashed potatoes while he laughed. She knew damn well I didn’t have one because in the midst of one of our little conversations I’d let it slip that I’d just been released. She’d already known. Huh!
“Of course he doesn’t, we would’ve met her by now.” He looked at me for confirmation and I answered him with a nod. Little fucker likes to be right about every damn thing under the damn sun. Now if I were in his position I would be questioning just how fucking safe was it to have someone like me in such close proximity to my woman. There was always a window in the evenings when she was home alone and he knew I ‘worked’ from home. Clueless, or just over confident.
She didn’t say anything more about his offer but went back to filling bowls and platters with food for the table. It was only when she brought the meal to the table that I realized what she’d done. The gesture touched me more than it should.
I’d made a passing comment to her the evening before that I was partial to mashed potatoes with fried steak and gravy. Damn if that isn’t what she put on the table, along with green beans, and my favorite pie was cooling on the counter. Damn!
“Bryan’s right. I’m in between girls right now. In fact it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed female companionship of any kind. My life has been kind of on hold lately.” I looked dead at her when I said this and only we two knew what that meant. Her face reddened and she looked away from my intent stare.
Bryan on the other hand went on to tell me, which one of the women at his accounting firm would be perfect for me. Like I’d let this high-waisted motherfucker choose a dog walker for me. In what universe does this hump think I’d need dating help or advice from him?
“We’ll see Bri we’ll see. I do have my eye on someone but I’m taking my time there. I have to make sure everything’s just right before I make my move. There’re… complications.” I was still looking at her and barely looked away before he caught me.
“Oh, what sort of complications?” I shrugged my shoulders and dug into my potatoes.
“Oh you know. Some women can be difficult. They need a little more work. Add the fact that they can be confusing and downright deceiving at times and it takes a brave man to tread into those waters.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I never had that problem did I honey? I met her one night when we were both burning the midnight oil in the stacks and knew she was the one for me. I just decided to ask her out then and there and we’ve been together ever since. I guess you can say we just clicked.”
And then you went into the nearest bathroom and wiped your nosebleed you little snot rag motherfucker.
I almost blew my cover and ask her what the fuck kinda colossal joke this was. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her either the fuck. Or the way he reached for her hand and squeezed before going back to his meal. There is something very wrong with this picture, or I’d fallen down the rabbit hole.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not hating on douche nozzle because of his looks or the fact that he’s a pencil dick paper pusher. But from what I’ve seen between these two, there’s little to no chemistry.