Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Walking backward, he says, “Got to replenish for our afternoon activities.”
I thought I was okay letting him walk away from me, but that wink and click of his tongue just made my entire body tighten in anticipation. I’m running back to him, jumping into his arms, and kissing this man simply because I can. He’s mine, and I’m his.
He caught me with a thud, one hand protectively on the back of my head and the other under my ass. Our mouths part, and I lower my feet back to the linoleum. Watching him lick me from his lips is an aphrodisiac that has me wanting to detour back out to the parking lot.
I look around. The place is basically empty.
Bending down, he whispers, “What’s on your mind, pussycat?”
Who am I? I’m actually considering having sex in public? I sure am glad I left my comfort zone back in LA because this is what he does to me. And I’m not saying no to the possibility.
But I should get my prescription first. Nothing sounds appealing about walking back in here after having fresh sex in a Ferrari. The shame would eat me alive before I could get what I need. Baby steps, Cate.
Speaking of babies, get your prescription.
“I’ll be quick.” I pull away, the tip of our fingers the last contact shared before we’re out of reach.
He shoves his hands in his pockets, probably able to read every naughty thought I was having about him. As soon as I round the corner to the nearest aisle, I rush to the back of the store.
I reach the counter and lift to see if I can find anyone working. A man walks from a back room with his eyes on a pill bottle. His eyes spy me over the top of his glasses, and he detours in my direction. “How can I help you?”
“Hi, I had my prescription transferred to this pharmacy this morning.”
He starts typing on a keyboard. “Name?”
“Catalina Farin. It was transferred by—”
“Yes, I see it here.” He shifts back in front of me, and says, “Unfortunately, we’ve had to order it. We should get it in with deliveries this Tuesday.”
“It’s Saturday,” I say, like I need the confirmation. “I don’t understand. In LA, they’d have it ready in an hour. We’re not even three hours away from the city.”
“You do have that option.”
“Of going to LA to pick it up?”
“I’m sorry. We’re a small pharmacy. We can’t carry everything, and it’s a holiday weekend. I can offer you a different type. We have samples.” He opens his drawer and starts rummaging through it. He’s offering me birth control shoved in a catchall drawer? This is an adventure indeed, and not the good kind. “Let’s just make sure they’re not out of date.”
“It’s hormonal.” He knows this already as a pharmacist, so it’s an odd suggestion. I glance at the wall to the right of me covered in a hundred varieties of fishing lures, wondering how they can carry so much of the same thing but not one of the most popular brands of birth control in the country. Their different priorities have my thoughts racing to figure out another plan since this one didn’t work out. “I can’t just switch for a few days.”
“I understand, but there’s nothing else I can do to speed up the delivery. They only come twice a week, but the good news is that your prescription will be on the next truck.” He uses his whole hand to point as if that’s less adamant. “If you need something immediate, prophylactics are on aisle four.”
And on that note . . . “Thank you.”
Me being upset isn’t going to get me what I need. I walk down aisle four, grabbing a small box of condoms just in case. I don’t mind going old-school, but this will throw my whole month out of whack. I grab a variety of candy bars and a bottle of Gatorade because I can’t just show up at the register with condoms. I mean, I could, but yeah . . . no.
When I reach the front of the store, Shane waits for me with a bag of hot ’n’ spicy fried pork skins in one hand and a big bottle of orange juice in the other. “That doesn’t look like health shots.” I laugh, though it’s only surface, me smiling for him as I try to sort through this prescription mess in my head.
He’s smiling the moment he sees me. The man knows how to make a girl swoon. “I don’t think we’re surprised they didn’t have any.” His gaze dips to all the crap I grabbed on my way up here. “Get everything?”
I start for the register, whispering when I pass him, “We need to talk outside.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
I stop before I feed into the line and turn back. “It’s nothing about us. I have a little situation that needs to be handled.”