Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Yeah, what—”
She stops cold. Her eyes go wide, and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. A gasp catches in her throat, and she actually stumbles a step back in order to look up at me.
…She was gorgeous from afar. Up close, she’s a fucking goddess.
She might be covered in frosting, and sweaty, and totally frazzled looking. But I love every damn thing about the whole picture, instantly.
“Um, hi? She croaks. Her eyes slide over me in a hungry and yet bashful way, and I grin. But standing there in the doorway, I’m suddenly hit with the warmth from inside. Fucking hell, it’s almost hotter in there than it is out here. She looks like she’s about ready to melt, so I clear my throat and crack a smile.
“Hey, I’m here to cool you off.”
Her eyes sweep over me, and she snorts a laugh. “Well good luck with that!”
Instantly, she recoils and cringes. Her face looks white, and then bright pink, and she looks like she wants to be anywhere but right here, talking to me. But fuck is that an adorable look, and the grin spreads over my face.
“I’m from Farrow HVAC?”
The realization suddenly dawns on her face, and she goes bright pink.
“Oh,” she all but whispers. Her eyes lock on mine, and fuck me, my heart skips a beat or two. Or ten. I stare at this girl standing right in front of me, and I’m fucking lost.
“Um, right, it’s… the thing, it’s back there.”
I grin slowly. “The AC unit?”
She blushes deeper. “Yeah, that.”
“Thanks.”
We’re frozen like this, standing and staring face to face in the doorway. She’s blocking my way in, but hell if I care. Hell, if I care about a single damn thing except being right here in this moment, staring at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her tiny white tank top is also almost completely see-through from sweat, and that is not helping me keep my eyes someplace civil.
“Miss! Hello?!”
The screech comes from through the kitchen, from the take-out window that seems to have new customers lining up at it again. The girl frowns through her blush, and I watch her jaw tick as the woman’s voice screeches again.
“Are you on fucking break or something! He-llloooo!”
Sighs and then purses her lips and steps back. The frozen moment shatters, and I’m instantly furious at the screeching shithead who’s just ruined this for me.
“I—I need to get back to the window.”
“Sure thing,” I growl. Part of me wants to grab her and pin her to the wall. I want to keep her right here, with me, by force if I have to. The idea of her not being inches from me, within my grasp with the heat of her skin so close to mine pisses me off.
But she’s got a job to do. And for that matter, so do I.
“I’ll be at the thingy,” I grunt.
She grins widely, her cheeks flushing and her eyes sparkling. She opens her mouth to say something, but then she seems to swallow it back. She turns, and she quickly darts back to the window to the tune of the incessant screeching.
I take a deep breath, trying to still my pulse and trying to will my cock back down. I grab my tools and head into the kitchen towards the big AC control unit in the corner. Instantly, I groan. Fucking Christ, it’s hot as hell in here.
I get to work, but in seconds, I’m glancing up again, looking for her. From where I’m kneeling, I can actually see her right through the open bakery kitchen door, standing there at the window taking orders.
I growl, forgetting my work, and my eyes follow her as she twirls and moves. It’s like she’s in a ballet, the way she moves getting orders ready behind that counter, and it’s a dance I could watch all damn day. That thin tank top? Those shorts? I mean the outfit might be stripper-tacky, but that doesn’t mean it’s not making my cock harder by the damn second. I groan, feeling my balls swell with the need to just fucking have her, and my jaw grinds.
I keep trying to work, but fuck, it’s almost impossible. I find myself growling, watching her and wanting her so fucking bad. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve been with anyone. But shit, this ain’t the place or time, and fuck me, how old is she? Or rather, how young is she?
That thought has me frowning and quickly turning back to work. I throw myself into it, heedless of the sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes. My shirt is fucking soaked, my skin is drenched, but I stick with it. Trying to focus while that worrying thought of how damn old this girl really is pounds through my mind. I somehow manage to keep my fucking eyes on my work.