Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Let me get this straight… You had no clue the mic was on, and everyone in the audience at some hurdy-turdy fashion show heard you having sex?”
I sipped my drink. “Pretty much. With my competitor. And we sort of cursed at each other through the whole thing. I loathe the man. Though sadly, it wasn’t our first time.”
Brock went quiet.
“What are you thinking right now?” I asked. “I’m not generally promiscuous like that, if that’s what’s running through your mind.”
“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”
“Then what is it?”
He met my eyes. “That I’d like to punch the fucker who got to have sex with you.”
A little flutter moved through my belly. I smiled. “The feeling is mutual. I was jealous of whoever you were sexting with. By the way, you should tell your little brother to delete some of the racy pics he has on his phone. He’s underage, and if he sends them to people, it could be considered dissemination of child pornography.” As soon as I said the words, my eyes flared. “Oh my God, Brock. You have to get your brother’s phone back!”
Brock’s brows pulled tight. “Why?”
“Because I was pissed at you and left you a parting gift on it. I took a pic of me giving you the finger.”
He shrugged. “That’s not a big deal. My brother’s seen and done a lot worse.”
“No, Brock! You have to get it back. I didn’t just give you the finger. I wanted you to see what you were missing, so I held it up between my bare breasts!”
CHAPTER 4
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Brock
I’d booked it out of the bar so damn fast there was probably smoke left in my wake. My pulse was going a mile a minute. This woman was going to be the death of me. It was hard to believe I’d only known her a couple of days, because she’d consumed me from the moment she blew into town.
No way in hell I was going to let my brother see that photo. That’s why I’m speeding down the road, I told myself. But I had a vested interest in getting to that photo—for myself. As crazy as February drove me, there was no denying how gorgeous she was. Knowing she’d sent a nude photo for my eyes only made me a little crazy. It also made me realize how damn hard up I was, and how much I needed to be careful not to let my carnal desires get in the way of common sense.
Going over the speed limit, I raced to make it to my aunt’s before my brother happened to go through his photos and notice it.
I reluctantly slowed down when I spotted an old man on the side of the road. He was holding his side, limping, and looked like he was struggling to walk. Shit. Why do I always attract this stuff? Normally, this would be my good deed of the day, to stop and help. But if I did, I’d run the risk of not getting to Axe in time.
After I passed the man, guilt consumed me. So I stopped my truck and put it in reverse.
I rolled down the window. “Are you okay, sir?”
His voice was frail. “Just played cards at my friend’s house. Thought I could make it home carrying this bag, but I’m feeling awfully tired. Got a cramp in my arm.”
“Where do you live?”
“On Groveland…”
I tilted my head. “I can take you home.”
His mouth curved into a smile. “That’s very kind of you, Brock.”
“You know my name?” I asked, surprised.
“Everyone knows you around these parts.”
I got out and helped lift the little old man into my truck. “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Jim.”
I forced a smile. “Hi, Jim.”
Once he put his seatbelt on, I took off. Hope he didn’t mind my lead foot, because I had no freaking time to waste here.
Jim turned to me. “I’m very grateful for your help.”
Tenser by the second, I groaned under my breath. “No problem.”
“You seem to be in a rush. I hope I’m not making you late for something.”
I laughed at the thought of explaining the truth to him: that I was in a race against time to view a pair of tits before my brother had a chance to. But instead, I said, “Nothing important enough to not get you home safely.”
After I got to the old man’s house, I helped him out of the truck. I was about to take off when he held up his shaky finger and asked me to wait outside. He said he needed to give me something.
Shit. What now?
He walked toward his house at a snail’s pace, and then I waited, not so patiently.
I bounced my legs as the minutes passed. What the hell am I waiting for? I should just go. But that would be a total dick move.