Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“No need to apologize.” I’m ready to say more and probably would if Crew didn’t clear his throat. Fucking asshole. I ought to kick his shin under the table.
“Oh, right, what can I get you to drink?” She collects herself, pulling back her shoulders to regain the strength I’ve seen in the comfort of my penthouse.
“I’ll take a bottle of Miller Lite and fried pickles.” Crew gives her a nod before he shoots a look my way.
“I’ll do the same, minus the appetizer.” My eyes eat her up like they always do when I’m in her presence. Tonight, she’s not in her usual shorts and tank top. This is different. Her hair is in a braid and on the side compared to her usual ponytail. Her face is usually devoid of makeup, but I can tell there’s a slight dusting of mascara and blush, along with a gloss on her lips. The tight black shirt showcases the swell of her breasts with each breath she takes. It’s also a button-down shirt, and I can see it’s struggling not to pop open. Motherfucker, the black skirt isn’t helping matters, either, and neither are the low heels. Her ass and hips are displayed in such a way that it only elongates her legs even more.
Legs I’ve imagined wrapped around my waist more times than I can count, not to mention wanting her firm thighs on either side of my head while I hold her down on my face. There’s no more attempting to keep my cock from perking up. Anytime she’s around, the damn thing has a mind of its own.
“I’ll be right back with your drinks and put your appetizer in.” Letty gives me a quick smile before she turns on her heel and walks away. I watch the sway of her hip with each step she takes, moving further and further away from me. It’s not until she’s completely out of sight that I return my focus to my friend.
“So, that’s the famous Letty Barnes, huh?” Crew says with a tilt of his lips and a cock of his eyebrow. I’ve been tight-lipped when it comes to her. My brothers will give me shit, telling me I should go after her and giving me advice when I should listen to my damn self.
“That’s her, and staying away from her is becoming impossible,” I admit more to myself than to Crew.
“Is the age difference that big of a deal?” Crew asks.
“Tip of the iceberg. The rest is sitting below the surface, and nothing I’ve done since she’s started working for Ophelia has made her open up to anyone, me included.” Jude is the only one who’s done some digging, and even that has been superficial.
“Fuck, it’s like that,” Crew replies, sitting back in his seat as well, crossing his arms over his chest and meeting me head-on.
“It’s like that. Not sure how deep it goes, but between that and her age and me being an attorney, all that together could create a perfect fucking storm.” I’m on the verge of hitting forty years old. Letty is only twenty, still a month or so away from turning twenty-one. And then there’s the fact that her identification, when looked at close enough, you can tell is a fake. I’m not sure how Ophelia or the owner of Twisted Oak are paying her. Whatever it is, as long as it’s not putting Letty in danger, more power to them.
“Shit, no kidding.” While Crew looks like he could use a drink from the day he’s had, I’m sure I’ve got the same disdain written all over my face as well.
“Here are your drinks, and your appetizer should be right out.” Another waitress, one who isn’t Letty, stops at our table.
“Thank you.” Crew says. I’m busy mulling over where the hell my kitten went and why she’s running from me when only moments ago, she looked me in my eyes without a single problem.
“You’re welcome,” the substitute waitress says. I don’t even give her a second glance. Instead, I take the bottle she set down, bring it to my mouth to take a few healthy sips, and the minute she leaves, I’m on the move.
“I’ll be right back. Order me whatever the fuck you’d think I’d like.” I place the beer on the table.
“You got it. Go after your woman, man.” I don’t bother with a reply. I’m too busy sliding out of the booth and heading in the direction I last saw Letty move toward.
5
LETTY
I’m a coward, and this is not the person I am. Okay, that’s a lie. I run. It’s what I’ve had to do, but it’s not what I need to do when it comes to Matthew Carlisle. He’s safe. At least he seems to be thus far, he’s never crossed a line in the creep type vibes. Sure, he’s been taking care of himself while saying my name, but I’ve done the same. Only it wasn’t out in the open, literally, but in the comfort of my own bedroom.