Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“I’m not running. I’m going home.” All right. I am running a little.
“Let me take you home.” He motions to the SUV I thought was following me. Now I know for sure it was. A man in a suit jumps out, opening the back passenger door for me.
“Did you have them follow me?” I ask as I slip into the car with him. My feet are killing me and it is freezing out now that the sun has gone down.
“You might call it following. I call it protecting what’s mine.” He clicks my seatbelt into place for me. He grabs my legs next, pulling my feet into his lap. He slips my shoes off my feet and starts to rub them.
“Oh God, that feels good.” I can feel the heel of my foot rub against his hard-on. My whole body lights up. God, why does he have to be so sweet and so hot? He’s going to ruin me. I let my eyes fall closed as he continues rubbing my feet. I’ll worry about it tomorrow. Right now, I feel safe, taken care of. I could steal one more night with him. What could it really hurt?
15
Sean
“You’re leaving?” Amber asks as I sign off on the order that just came in. It was a mundane task that someone else could have done, but I was biding my time. I had to do something to keep busy or I’d sit my ass in Alyssa’s shop all day. Something she told me I wasn't allowed to do. I decided not to push it. I had to choose my battles with her.
She let me take her home last night. Then this morning I was back bright and early to make her breakfast while she got ready for work. At least she’d let me in. Okay, Neily was actually the one that let me in, after I told her I brought bacon. I never met a person that could resist the stuff and she was no different.
Alyssa didn't kick me out, though, so that’s a positive sign. She sat and ate the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I made her. One of the few things I know how to make. Sure, I could have picked up breakfast but this was about showing her I care.
That I am in this for more than a quick fuck. If she wants me to work for it, then that’s exactly what I am going to do. I’ve never been afraid of hard work. I don’t care how long it takes me; I will make sure that Alyssa knows that she’s my one and only.
“Is there something you need before I go?” Amber’s tone is flirty again. I give her a sharp look. This girl never learns.
“No, there is nothing he needs.” Noah comes sliding in between Amber and me at the bar, taking the order slip from me. “Get back to the hostess stand.”
“We aren't even open,” she snips back at him.
“One more write-up and you’re gone,” Noah reminds her. Amber looks to me as though I’m going to help her out.
“Noah, you don’t need write-ups anymore to fire someone. I trust your judgment.” I slap him on the shoulder before heading out, leaving one pissed-off looking Amber. Noah can deal with her.
If my girl gets off midafternoon maybe I won’t need a second assistant after all. I’ll be cutting back my hours to be with her. I head out the front of the club. The sun blinds me as I exit. I’m not used to leaving so early. I look across the street to the small bakery.
A pretty large line has already formed. It brings a smile to my face, knowing that my girl’s place is successful. There are a few girls that work the counter at the front of the shop while my girl creates her edible masterpieces in the back. I cross the street, heading around the back.
When I pull on the back door of the shop, I grit my teeth when it easily opens. There should be an automatic lock when it closes. I don’t care if it’s a business. No one should be able to come in the back door unless they have a key or someone lets them in. I’ll have to make sure to get this fixed. I can’t have my girl working in these unsafe conditions.
It looks like it needs a peephole too. I pull out my phone, sending a text to Noah to have it fixed. Alyssa can be mad at me about it tomorrow. I’ll have a new door in here before she knows what happened.
The kitchen is empty when I step inside. I glance over toward the small office to see my girl putting her coat on. Her eyes lock with mine.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.