Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Good point. Each year I think you’re going to peak, but nope. You find another level to your assholery.”
“James, it’s late.”
“It’s nine,” he says dryly. It is only nine. Why didn't Tinsley ask if I wanted to watch a movie? She’s locked away in her room now.
“What do women do in their rooms?”
“Well, when they’re in my room—”
“Never mind.” I stand up. “It’s time to go.” I can’t have a serious conversation with James, obviously. He’s all talk. I’ve never seen him with a woman.
“I’m fucking with you. What do you mean? Are we specifically talking about pretty blondes with dimples?” I’m across the kitchen before he can finish his sentence. I grab James by the back of the neck, dragging him out of the kitchen toward the front door.
“All right, I’m sorry.” I give him a hard shove, letting him go. He almost falls on his ass. “I thought you might want to have a drink on your birthday. I guess not.” He holds his hands up.
“It’s your birthday?” Tinsley’s soft voice fills the room. I look over to see her standing in the hallway, her eyes wide. “Hi, James.” She gives him a little wave and a sweet smile. I step between them so James can’t see her.
“Leave.” I point to the door.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He finally leaves. When I turn back around to face Tinsley, she’s moved closer.
“It’s your birthday?” she asks again. Her blond hair is a beautiful mess all around her. Her big blue eyes are filled with sleep. She looks well fucked. I push that thought down. It’s hard when she’s in an oversized shirt that fits her like a dress. One of the shoulders has slid down, revealing some of her soft skin. The urge to nibble her and leave my mark is almost unbearable, but I get myself under control.
“Tomorrow,” I admit.
“How did I not know that?” Her bottom lip pops out as she takes another step closer to me. I clench my hands at my side so that I don’t reach out and grab her. It takes everything I have to maintain my control. Thoughts of sliding my hands up her gorgeous toned legs until I reach her sweet cunt have my cock rock hard and ready to go.
“I don’t celebrate.” I manage to get the words out.
“You have to.” She smiles. “We can make a night of it.”
“You want to do something with me?”
“Might be fun.” Her delicate bare shoulder shrugs. “But it’s your birthday. You should do what you want.” You. I want to do you. But I’m guessing that’s not on the table.
“I never do anything.” The smile drops from her face. I want it back. “But we can.” And just like that it’s back. She claps her hands and does an adorable hop that makes her tits bounce under the thin white fabric that is going to star in my nightly jacking off session tonight.
“Okay. I’ll plan it.” She looks like she’s about to hug me. I go stiff, not sure how I’m going to handle having her pressed up against me in only a thin shirt. She stops, though, changing her mind or thinking better of it. “I’ll text you tomorrow.” She steps back. “Let you know where to be or whatever.” She takes another step back. I start to reach for her when she trips over her own foot. She catches herself before I need to help her. “Night.” She turns, racing down the hallway as fast as she did this afternoon and leaving me alone. Again.
4
Tinsley
I stand in the middle of the department store feeling more lost than ever. I look over my shoulder. A man in a suit jerks around, pretending he wasn't looking at me. You’re being paranoid. No one is stalking you. I look over my shoulder again and he’s gone. I let out a long breath and go back to cruising the men’s section.
“Can I help you with something?” I turn to the saleslady, who looks like she ate something gross.
“No.” I shake my head, looking back at the tie that I’d picked up. I know it’s a completely lame gift. You get your dad a tie. Not the man you’re secretly in love with.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine, but thank you.” I look back at her. She rolls her eyes and walks away. Lovely customer service. I think I’m spoiled with my stylist, Karma, who Reed has come to the house. I don’t even know how to shop without irritating the salespeople. This is a total bust. I have to come up with something else and I’m running out of time. I should try somewhere else.
I yelp when I run right into someone, dropping my phone. “Sorry.” I reach down to pick it up off the ground. The screen looks fine. “Are you okay?” I ask. My eyes meet the same man in the suit from earlier.