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)
6
MATTHEW
“Put your money away,” I tell Crew when he tries to throw some cash on the table after our meal is eaten. He’s more than ready to get home. Meanwhile, the thought of leaving Letty here tears at my insides.
“What, is it not good enough for you?” Crew taunts with a smirk.
“You know exactly why.” I place my card with the receipt and wait for Letty to come back around. It’s clear to me that I need to either make a pit stop at Jude’s place or give him a call. I’ve worked with Ophelia before Letty started cleaning my penthouse. She pays well, and I’m having a hard time understanding why Letty is working two jobs.
“She’s your woman. You’ll pay the bill because god forbid another man pay for it or even suggest paying for his own. I’m sure the tip I’d leave would be just as much as yours, but whatever. Go thump your chest like Tarzan.” Crew finishes his second beer, and I’m sure he’ll pick up drinking once he gets home. All of us guys have settled down on being young and dumb. Drinking and driving isn’t on our list of fun things to do. Jude is the only one in our group who refuses to drink, and rightfully so. He prefers candy and an occasional smoke as his vice.
“Except if I threw her over my shoulder, hell would rain down on me.” I’d have ordered a second beer, except I’ve got more at home, and the last thing I want to do is sit here only to drink.
“She’ll fit right in with our group, you know.” He’s speaking the truth. Letty’s a hard worker, driven, and has no problem standing her ground when it means something to her.
“Oh, I know.” She’s in my eyesight, as she’s been all night. This time, no other tables need her attention, so maybe I can convince her to take her break once Crew gets the message that he’s free to leave.
“Alright, thanks for dinner. Good luck with your woman. Make sure you’re free this Sunday. Johnny is having everyone over at his place, not like you have a long commute.” A few of us live in the same area, Crew included, as well as Johnny and Luke. The rest of our group is pretty scattered, but we all get together when we can. Which has been less and less lately. The guys and I get together, but the whole group? It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen my nieces and nephews.
“I’ll be there. Thanks for meeting me for dinner, man.” Crew stands up and claps me on the back.
“Anytime. See you Sunday.” He walks through the bar, disappearing with the other patrons of Twisted Oak. I’ve got more important matters to take care of, and she’s walking my way. Earlier, when I had my hands on Letty and got to really look at her, I could see more than she usually lets me. Her shield was down for the first time ever.
I also got to smell her sweet, delicious scent directly from the source. I’ve come to realize it’s a combination of her shampoo as well as whatever she washes her body with, making my cock jump at the thought of imagining her in the shower. Christ, the last thing I need to think about is Letty naked and wet, running her hands down her body, fingers swirling around her clit, and doing everything I want to do to her sweet little body.
I take a sip of the ice water, trying to calm my thoughts from going into an area I won’t be able to come back from. My suit jacket is in my car, and besides pulling my dress shirt out of my slacks to look like an unkempt, overworked attorney, which I refuse to fucking do, looks like I’d be stuck where I am until my dick gets a clue and calms the hell down.
“All set?” Letty interrupts my thoughts when she stops in front of my table.
“Yeah. I couldn’t persuade you to take a break and sit with me?” I phrase it as a question. She sees right through my bullshit, does what I least expect, and sits down in Crew’s vacant spot.
“I can’t stay long. We technically don’t get breaks while we're working, especially on the weekends, when we’re never slow.” She looks around, and I track each movement, noticing that a lot of tables are sitting empty.
“I’ll take what I can get.” A flush dots her cheeks, and a shy smile is tossed my way.
“So, this is kind of awkward, sorry.” Letty looks down at the wooden table, swirling her finger in the condensation left over from our drinks. A curlicue here, a heart there, and what looks like a leaf.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I won’t keep you if you need to get back to work, or we can have a conversation.” I’m tempted to reach out, cup her hand with mine, and entwine our fingers. The more I’m around her, the more I’m learning about her. While she’s usually quiet in the penthouse, in the public eye, she’s even more so.