Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I don’t want her trying to stop me from putting too much of her stuff away, thinking she’ll be heading back to the motel soon. Because that’s not fuckin’ happening. I still can’t get over she’s been living there alone across from a bar. Cottonwood is safe, but shit can happen anywhere.
When I get to the cooler with medicine inside, I get pissed off all over again. I put it away in the fridge then snag her phone off the kitchen island where she left it, wanting to see this app she has that checks her insulin levels. I want it on mine as well. She has a passcode on it, so I’ll have to deal with that after she goes to bed.
“There is only one bed.” Paisley twirls into the kitchen, the giant cat in her arms. How she carries the thing and doesn’t fall over I have no clue.
“It’s fine.” I dismiss what she said. “You need to eat something?” I place a glass of ice water in front of her knowing she’ll need it.
“You cook?” She sits down on one of the chairs at the kitchen island. “I love to cook.”
“I do all right in the kitchen, but it’s nothing special. How about an omelet?”
“Extra cheese,” she chirps, her legs swinging back and forth.
My eyes drop to her legs and those damn jean shorts. Paisley might be on the shorter side, barely coming up to the center of my chest, but her legs are unlike any I’ve ever seen before. In fact, I don’t ever recall noticing someone's legs besides hers.
Yeah, there are a lot of things about Paisley I notice that I never gave two thoughts to before her. The girl is fucking with my head. I don’t mind it one bit either. For the first time in a long time, not all of my thoughts are about work.
From the second I saw her picture, I felt like I couldn't fully breathe. I had this undeniable pull to be near her. Now I’ve got her here in my space, close enough for me to touch and smell, but still breathing isn’t easy. It’s somehow not enough. I need more, and I don't have a clue how far I’ll have to go to get it. What I do know is that it doesn’t matter, because I always complete my missions without fail.
“Tigger!” Paisley goes to grab her cat that’s jumped out of her lap and onto the island.
“He’s fine,” I reassure her, wanting her to be comfortable here. That will make this all easier. A smile pulls at those plump lips of hers. An image of her on her knees with my cock between them enters my mind. Now is not the time, I remind myself. Especially while she’s inebriated.
“Tell me about yourself,” I say as I make her an omelet. She keeps things vague, but also truthful.
I could tell from the file she wasn’t close to her parents. I don’t think her brother is either. It struck me as odd that it didn’t have very many personal details about her. Things parents should know about their child.
I’m having a whole workup done on her brother. The family hadn’t given much information on him, which makes me think he has distanced himself from them. That was a red flag to me. It’s not often kids go no contact with their parents for no reason. It’s really telling that now both kids have.
I noticed that when Paisley speaks about school, it sounds lonely. Tigger must have sensed it as well because he crawled back into her lap.
“Eat, princess.” I kiss the top of her head, unable to control myself. The need to soothe her pulls me under.
“Hmm.” She moans, taking her first bite. I grit my teeth, willing my dick to go down, but it’s useless. I’ve been hard since I walked into the bar tonight and saw her. I wasn’t prepared for her. The picture hadn’t done her justice.
Her red-stained lips had been fuller. She has the kind of lips that make you think about sex. Her eyes too. No one's eyes should ever be that dark of a blue. It was a stark contrast to her pale skin.
Everything about her is perfect, including her heart-shaped face and her small nose that is slightly upturned. Her cheeks are full, making her look oh so innocent.
“Oh yeah, there is only one bed,” she reiterates.
“And you can have it.”
I’m a bastard. I’d taken the spare bedroom bed out and stashed it in my shed.
“I can’t take your bed. I’ll take the couch.”
“You’ll be in the bed whether you get into it willingly or I put you in it.”
Paisley licks those strawberry red lips. “You’re kinda bossy.” She leans close, dropping her voice like someone else might hear her. “I like it.”