Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“Do you even need menus?”
“No, Kayla. I think we’ve memorized that thing,” Andy laughs.
Kayla leads the way to the booth, her hips swaying in her short skirt. Andy follows behind, hitting my stomach as he watches Kayla’s ass move down the aisle. I scratch my eyebrow and look the other way, finding Andy to be obvious and inappropriate.
Kayla stops at the booth and motions for us to sit down.
“Let me guess…” she says, thinking. “Coke and a pastrami sandwich on rye for Andy…”
“I feel special,” Andy chuckles.
“For Kane, the Monte Cristo and a water,” she continues.
“Don’t feel too special,” I chuckle at Andy, and he rolls his eyes.
Kayla puts her hand on my shoulder as she laughs. Her hand lingers on me before she gives it a squeeze and walks away.
“You think I should ask her out?” Andy asks.
I look at him and shrug my shoulders. Andy isn’t suave enough to hit on a girl successfully. I would feel bad for him if he didn’t come off as totally sexist toward women in any given conversation.
“Go for it,” I tell him, knowing Kayla will turn him down.
I would like to see that. I’ll even tip her extra if she laughs in his face.
“You weren’t planning on asking her out, right?”
I shake my head. “She’s not my type.”
“Blonde and beautiful isn’t your type?” Andy asks as if I’m insane.
Renee and all of her luscious curves pop into my head. If I have a type, Renee is it.
“Okay, who is she?” Andy asks as Kayla comes back with our drinks.
“Who’s who?” I try to figure out what Andy means. “Thank you, Kayla.”
“You’ve got this look on your face like you are thinking about someone special…” Andy says, and I feel Kayla lingering once more. This time, she wants to hear my response rather than feel-up my shoulder.
I shake my head at Andy and shrug my shoulders.
“I was just thinking about something I have to take care of after work.”
“It must be important for you to zone out like that,” Andy comments.
My employees are used to me being laser-focused at all times. A million things can be running through my mind, but somehow I manage them all, never missing a beat. That’s why clients love me. With each project, I’m extremely organized, efficient, and willing to jump into any task when I’m needed. If that means throwing on a hard hat and grabbing a hammer to meet a deadline, then I’ll do it. Just because I’m the big boss now doesn’t mean that I don’t get my hands dirty anymore.
After lunch, the rest of the workday moves a little quicker for me, thanks to having to check in at one of the construction sites. Since I finish work early, I decide to head home first rather than go straight to Colt’s.
Some debris had gotten on me from the construction site, and I could use a hot shower to ease the tension in my back that has formed throughout the day.
After the hot shower, I feel refreshed as I toss on a t-shirt and sweat pants. We’ll be hanging out around the house, and I want to be as comfortable as possible.
Ditching my work truck for my Mustang convertible, I head out of my driveway with the top down. The same chill from this afternoon is in the air still. That chill definitely wasn’t here a couple of days ago when Renee was swimming in her sexy bikini.
Fall is finally finding its way to the Northeast, which is fine with me. I prefer the cooler weather over the humidity that makes the air heavy and thick.
I turn into Colt’s driveway behind his Jeep and put the top up on my car before shutting off its engine. I grab the bottle of wine from the passenger seat and head up to the doorstep. The doorbell rings once, and Colt answers almost immediately.
“Hey, man,” I say, slapping Colt’s hand and pulling him into our dude hug, which is more like half a chest bump than anything else.
“Smells good in here,” I comment.
The aroma of garlic and basil fills my senses, making my stomach grumble in anticipation of dinner.
“Renee’s been in the kitchen for hours,” Colt says, walking away from the entrance to the house.
I close the front door and follow him into the kitchen, where Renee is tending to a large pot. Her short skirt shows off her shapely ass and legs. Before I speak, I have to swallow since my throat has gone dry from watching Renee’s hips move as she walks around the kitchen, oblivious to my presence.
“Hey, Rey.”
My voice comes out thick, and she turns and smirks at me. The apron she wears is too small to conceal her breasts, which strain against her white crop top. A hint of skin shows between her top and skirt; that’s all it takes for my dick to throb.