Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Did you just call me a bitch?” she asked.
“Yeah, bitch, I called you bitch,” I answered. Then I shrieked, “You cheated on Mo!”
Yeah, I shrieked.
But what was the matter with her?
“Fucking hell,” I heard Mo murmur just as I felt my jeans get tight at the waistband since he jerked me back by using just that.
I whipped my head around then cranked it to look up at him and yelled, “Let go of me, Mo!”
“Lottie, cool it,” he commanded.
“Fuck cool!” I shouted. “She cheated on you then walked right up to you at a King Soopers and said, ‘hey!’”
“I don’t care,” Mo told me.
“I care!” I yelled.
“How can you care if I don’t care?” he asked, his face sharing genuine curiosity.
“She said ‘hey!’” I screeched.
“Is there a problem here?”
Mo turned, and since he still had his fingers in my jeans, I was pulled around to see a woman standing there wearing a King Soopers apron with a nametag on it that said Rhonda with the word Manager under it.
“Yes, Rhonda, there’s a problem,” I informed her. “She,” I swung a pointed finger to Tammy, “cheated on him,” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder to Mo, “with him.” I finished this pointing in the direction of the boyfriend.
Rhonda looked between Mo and the boyfriend, cast her judgment openly through her expression (that’s what I’m talkin’ about!) and was looking disbelievingly at Tammy when I carried on.
“Then she just strolled up to him. No! To us! Right here in the aisle and said, ‘hey.’”
Rhonda’s brows shot up at me and she looked again at Tammy.
“You said, ‘hey?’” Rhonda asked.
“We’d really just like to move along,” the boyfriend shared with Rhonda.
Rhonda again looked between Mo and the boyfriend before she told the boyfriend, “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, move along,” I called after them as the boyfriend grabbed the cart, did a tight turn, and hustled down the aisle. “And you get near Mo again, Tammy, I’ll tear your hair out.”
Tammy turned, mouthed fuck you to me…
And then it happened.
Mo was a big guy.
Normally, Mo did not move like Mikhail Baryshnikov and definitely not like Usain Bolt.
But I learned when the man wanted to move, he moved.
I knew this when one second, he was at my back, holding onto my jeans, and the next second, he was five feet down the aisle, in front of Tammy, cutting off her retreat. He was also bent at the waist, hands to his hips, right in her face.
“No,” he growled.
That was it.
Though that word rumbled down the aisle like a rock slide.
Tammy stood with her back to me, completely immobile for a second, then she did a wide side step and practically ran down the aisle.
“Keep ahold a’ that one, sistah,” Rhonda murmured to me. Then called to Mo, “We good, big man?”
“Yup,” he grunted, moseying back to me, again moving cumbersomely, each step powerfully swaying his hips in a masculine cadence that made my mouth water.
What those hips could do between my legs I could not contemplate or I’d have an orgasm in King Soopers.
Right.
It appeared it was high time to take a moment to reflect.
I’d just acted demented in a freaking King Soopers of all places.
I wasn’t fond of cheaters but that wasn’t about Tammy being a cheater.
I’d staked my claim before I even knew she was a cheater.
Hell, before I even knew she was an actual ex of Mo’s.
So that was about wanting Mo, Mo not wanting me, being in his presence twenty-four seven, sleeping with him in my room, and me letting off some steam.
A whole lot of steam.
But it had been me that pushed it.
If I’d kept my mouth shut, that whole convo would have been shut down by Mo at the get-go and the whole cheating scenario might not have been outed.
Something not a lot of men took a great deal of pride in (women either).
Rhonda wandered off after telling us to have a good day and thanking us for shopping at King Soopers and Mo stopped in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him.
“Why?” he asked.
“I lost it with Tammy,” I reminded him.
“You did that,” he agreed.
“I should have just kept my mouth shut.”
“I don’t know. Been askin’ around about you. Heard your premiere in Denver was havin’ a wet T-shirt catfight with your sister on the floor of Fortnum’s. Was kinda hopin’ for an encore, though minus the sister, which would suck, but my guess is, you’d have won against Tammy, which would have been awesome.”
He’d asked around about me?
And was he…
Wait.
Was he teasing me?
“It didn’t start as a wet T-shirt fight with Jet. It just ended as one after Mom threw a pitcher of water on us.”
His silver eyes danced and his lips tipped slightly up.
Okay, that urge to orgasm was coming back.