Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
After I snuck out, I found out who owned the place and made them an offer five times over asking price. They agreed and even though it took far too long for my liking, I got the deed in hand with the strict instructions that the staff had to remain.
Joke’s on me because even now, Jenna doesn’t see me. I’ve been big since I was young and there isn’t a day that people don’t stop and stare when I walk down the street. My tattoos don’t necessarily offer much to be desired, but I’ve never tried to attract someone’s attention before.
I walk down one side of my closet and see suits. I bought this house right after I bought the coffee shop and relocated my security business here. There’s still almost nothing here, but I had hoped over time that a certain brunette might help me make it a home.
Yesterday I had a meeting so I dressed for work. When Jenna sees me in a suit her eyes always go to my neck and chest. When she sees me in a T-shirt she keeps them on my arms. I can’t decide if she likes what she sees, but today I want her to see my arms.
I grab a pair of faded jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. It’s a nice day, so I decide on taking the bike, and images of her behind me, holding on tight, make me hard again.
“Fuck.” I curse myself as I get ready, unable to stay away from her any longer.
Last night I almost lost control. Where is she going? Why is she suddenly taking time away? I was so worked up I touched her, and I’ve never done that before.
I don’t know shit about running a coffee shop, but I don't need to. Jenna makes that place twice as profitable as the older couple before her, and I don’t even think she knows it. I’m a numbers guy at heart, and seeing the first month of business after I made her manager was shocking. The one thing I hate is trying to keep good staff in there with her. She works too fucking hard and doesn’t share the burden with anyone around her.
It probably has to do with her son, and why she thinks I don’t know about him. Of course I’d looked into her and found everything I could. I knew that she had a little boy and worked every second of the day she could.
So why all of a sudden take five days off? Is he okay?
Once I’m on the bike I drive across town to the shop. It’s close to quitting time and I like to be here even if she’s not alone. But once again she’s by herself and anger rises up the back of my neck.
I park the bike in the alley and go in the back door. When it slams behind me she turns around and grabs her chest.
“You scared the life out of me.” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“You’re alone again,” I accuse, and she rolls her eyes. I want to bend her over my knee and I clench my fists at the thought of it.
“For exactly ten minutes. Sheila had to run and pick up her kids before daycare closed.”
“That’s not your responsibility.”
She sighs as she walks away from me, and I watch her round ass bounce. Fuck, why does she have to be so damn thick? I want to sink my fingers in her hips and hold on to her while… I let those thoughts trail away as she goes into the office and turns around to glare at me.
“Why did you cross my days off?” She points to the calendar, and I shrug as I stuff my hands in my jeans. “I need those days off, Reed. You can’t stop me.”
I did it in a fit of anger last night after she’d left. I regret it just a little now that she’s here and I see the hurt in her eyes.
“Tell me why you need them.”
“That’s none of your business.” She crosses her arms over her chest and it pushes her big tits up
My eyes stay on them and I see her fidget as she uncrosses her arms, revealing her beaded nipples behind the thin material. She glances down as if noticing them too and turns away from me.
I move in closer because I can’t help myself. She’s like gravity and I can’t stand back. I fist my hands in my pockets because I ache to touch her.
“Tell me everything's okay,” I say softly, and she turns around to face me.
She misjudges how close we are and her body is an inch away from mine. I can feel heat coming off of her and it has nothing to do with the hot day.