Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Sounds good.” We nod at one another and the conversation is over. He’ll reach out, or I’ll shoot him a text later. It’s time for him to head out, and well, as for me, I’m about to get acquainted with the store really fucking fast.
5 Kade
The good thing about being co-owner of a shop is being able to open and close when you want. There was a lull around five o’clock, and since there hadn’t been a sale for the past hour, I closed everything up. Rhodes left a checklist of sorts, so it didn’t take too long. Turn the lights off, clean up the display, shut down the register, and put the cash in the safe. Shane was already done for the day hours earlier, so his side was already locked up, which made it even easier. Once I was done at the store, I headed home to trade two wheels for four. The need for more food besides the bare minimum became a requirement after I talked to Drena earlier this afternoon in between customers. I wasn’t sure if she’d answer while she was at work, and by the third ring, I’d all but assumed she wouldn’t. Luck was on my side when her breathless hello carried through from the other end of the line. We made plans for me to pick her up when she was through with her day. Neither of us lingered on the phone, me because I wasn’t much of a phone conversationalist, Drena because a student must have made an appearance. I could hear the piano in the background while a younger child asked if she was doing it right. Our conversation was short and sweet after she told me what time she’d be off. That gave me enough time to run my errands, come back home, clean up a bit after last night, and grab my surfboards out of the garage to set them up out back. I was tempted to change into a pair of board shorts and head out to catch a few waves. The lack of sets coming in was the only reason stopping me. Instead, I took to cleaning off the back patio, surveying how the grill weathered with the salty air coming from the shore. The cost of doing business with the beach being your backyard but it’s worth it . Everything was good to go, and with my time dwindling down, I knew it was time to get the steaks marinated, as well as the cutting the potatoes into rounds, so all I’d have to do when we came back home was assemble the salad.
I locked up my place and grabbed the keys for my bike. It’s too fucking nice out to be enclosed in the truck. Plus, there's nothing better than having Drena’s body wrapped around me, the wind in her hair and the sun beating down on our bodies. Now I’m parked on the street in front of Drena’s place after only being in the same exact spot hours earlier. There were no pretenses. When you know, you fucking know. After a taste of her, I was manning up. She’s fucking beautiful, has a spark to her, makes me feel alive, and goddamn, but I love the way she comes on my cock. I pull out my phone and shoot a text to the woman who’s got me ready to do shit I’ve never thought about before.
Me: I’m here. No need to rush.
Drena: See you soon.
She doesn’t respond further, probably picking up after working all day. I’ve got no idea what all her job entails. All I know is that when she spoke about it, her eyes lit up. A few minutes later my attention is captured from someone saying their goodbyes that’s not the only thing either. I watch as Drena interacts with what I’m assuming is her student and damn does it do something to me.
“Bye, Miss James,” I hear a little girl say as I place the phone in my pocket. I’ve yet to hear from Rhodes, which means I’m either gonna have to call the asshole, stop at his place, or wait to see if he comes to the store tomorrow before he tells me what the fuck is going on.
I watch as a Drena holds the door open for the little girl and her mother. The little girl looks at her teacher like she’s the keeper of the stars. Fuck, yeah, I get it, too.
“See you next week, Arabella,” Drena responds.
“Thank you again, Audrena. I really appreciate you making time for Arabella’s lessons.” I’m assuming it’s the little girl’s mom, but hell, for all I know, it could be a nanny or grandmother. I know if my mom were still around and had a family, she’d tote her grandbabies around to help any way she could.