Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
She sighs. “Oh, it wasn’t the squirrel’s fault, it was mine. I’ll tell you all about it on the way to the fair. But don’t worry about Christian. He’s probably just worried about silly stuff like the fact that you two still work together and your sister is married to his brother. But you and your cleavage will soon convince him that it’s crazy to worry about things like that when you could be enjoying friends-with-benefits time before he leaves town. I have faith in you.”
I wish I shared her faith.
Last night, wild leaps of daring seduction seemed possible. But in the bright light of morning, without tequila or the adrenaline from my mortifying voicemail rampaging through my system, seducing Christian feels like a much more intimidating task.
I suppose there’s always the chance that he’ll want to stay home with Bella today, in the name of getting her settled in her new home, and I won’t have to worry about seeing him until work on Monday. But even as the possibility drifts through my head, I silently pray it won’t come to pass.
Scary and intimidating or not, I don’t want to give up on being more than friends with Christian. Just standing close to him last night, with his arm around me and his breath warm on my lips was nearly enough to send me over the edge.
If I can near completion from mere proximity to the man, imagine the fun we could have in a bed with no clothes on…
Or in a shower or up against the wall at the office after hours or in a hayfield with a really big blanket to keep us from getting itchy or acquiring ticks. I’ve always had a fantasy about making out in a hayfield.
What can I say? I’m a country girl at heart.
All the way to the fair, while being regaled with Nora’s hilariously awkward tale of her squirrel attack, a part of me is imagining making out with Christian in a hayfield at dusk, while he tells me what a good girl I am for obeying his every wicked command. My fantasies are erotic, but also kind of wholesome, and I’m okay with that. I may not have much—okay, any—experience with sex, but I’m pretty sure the more I embrace my truest desires, the more fulfilling it will be.
I’m open to a wide range of filthy fun, but seeing the guy I want to bend me over his desk kissing another woman is nowhere on my list.
But that’s exactly what’s happening.
There, just a few dozen feet inside the fair, is none other than Christian McGuire, mid-lip-lock with a wench with cleavage that puts even Nora’s bountiful offering to shame.
As soon as I lay eyes on the two of them, a part of me dies inside.
The other part decides it’s time to fight for my man.
Even if he isn’t mine.
At least, not yet…
Chapter Six
CHRISTIAN
Kissing booths are dumb.
And a good way to spread disease.
I would never have entered into this lip-lock of my own volition, but Carolina is a friend. She was also very cool when I broke up with her a couple summers back and begged so sweetly for me to be her first customer of the day, I couldn’t deny her.
Plus, she offered the kiss for free.
Plus, plus, I hoped making out with a gorgeous woman in a wench costume would get my mind off another gorgeous woman I’m determined to purge from my thoughts (and fantasies).
I spent most of last night dreaming about devouring Starling’s pussy on the floor of our office and woke up so hard I couldn’t help reaching beneath the covers to take care of myself. I tried not to think about She Who Shall Not Be Fucked while I did it, but halfway through, Fantasy Starling was riding me, her long hair tickling my chest as she ground up and down on my cock, telling me how desperate she’s been for me to fuck her.
I came so hard, I made a strangled guttural noise that scared Bella all the way out in her crate in the living room. It took me half an hour and some serious cuddling to comfort my illicit new charge.
The fact that I stole an animal it’s illegal to possess in Minnesota without a zookeeper’s license probably didn’t help much when it came to soothing her fears. Animals can sense it when their humans are in distress, and in the cold light of day, thoughts of a massive fine or jail time were both giving me a fair amount of distress.
I don’t want to take a single step down Trouble Road.
Not now or ever again.
I’ve been on the straight and narrow for a long time, but I was a terrible teen. I skirted close to breaking the law on a regular basis and probably crossed the line a time or two. My older brothers did their best to straighten me out—Barrett even punched me once, and Drew sat me down for “a serious talk” nearly every month—but nothing worked. Not until the night one of my best friends nearly died while we were night swimming at the old quarry.