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)
I handed him the phone and calmly said, “Thank you.”
“You’re not gonna tell me what this is all about?”
“Not unless you want to explain all the shit you’ve been up to, Vibrator Boy.”
He smirked. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Stay out of trouble, please.”
He called after me. “Seriously? You’re gonna leave me hanging like this?”
Ignoring him, I left.
When I returned to the bar, February was still waiting there.
“Jesus, that took forever,” she huffed.
With a scowl on my face, I didn’t say anything. I tried not to look at her for fear my eyes would travel below her neck and it would be obvious that her breasts were still at the forefront of my mind.
“Well?” she finally said. “Was it successful?”
“Oh, I got it, all right.”
She swallowed. “Did you…manage to delete the photo from his phone?”
I finally looked her in the eyes. “Yeah. Thankfully. He hadn’t seen it.”
“How do you know?”
“He would’ve told me if he had.”
February’s eyes fixed on mine. She seemed to be expecting me to say something more, but that wouldn’t be happening. I wasn’t about to admit that I’d looked at that photo for a second, let alone stared at it for several minutes until it became permanently fixed in my brain. Not wanting her to sense any guilt on my face, I moved behind the bar and got to work—or at least pretended to, wiping everything down and arranging bottles, even though the actual bartender on duty tonight was attending to someone right beside me.
Much to my chagrin, February leaned her arms over the counter. “I’d like to order a drink, please.”
“No,” I snapped.
“Excuse me?”
My eyes darted toward her as I stopped wiping. “No.”
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“Because we’re not gonna have a repeat of the other night, where you’re drunk off your ass and I have to pick up the sloppy pieces.”
“I’m only going to have one more drink.”
I raised my brow skeptically at her.
“I’m serious, Brock. I don’t make the same mistake twice.”
I groaned. “What do you want, then?”
She rested her chin on her hand. “Surprise me.”
As much as I wanted to just pour her a damn water with lemon, instead I prepared a Tom Collins and slid it toward her with a cherry on top.
Of course I couldn’t help watching as she took the cherry into her mouth. My dick twitched as I forced myself to resume wiping down the counter.
She took a sip and moaned. “Mmm… This is so good.”
Some of it dribbled down her shirt, and I felt my dick stiffen at the vivid recollection of what was behind that material.
I really needed to get laid—with anyone but this gorgeous traveler.
She licked her lips. “You shouldn’t have made me something so tasty if you didn’t want me to have another.”
“Well, I won’t be making you another. So I hope you enjoyed it.”
She slurped the last of her drink and moved the ice around with her straw. “Why are you grumpier than usual tonight?”
“Because I would’ve preferred not to have to chase your tits down to save them from being plastered all over the Internet.”
“Was that your good deed for the day? Keeping my boobs from going viral?”
“Actually, no.”
“Aw, really? What was it, then?”
“Gave an old man a ride home,” I muttered.
“You’re so sweet deep down, Brock.”
“You don’t know me enough to come to that conclusion. Be careful about assuming I’m so sweet and respectful. I’m one notch away from losing it with you.”
She squinted at me.
I raised a brow. “What?”
“I don’t believe you would actually lose control. I don’t know why…but I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.” I gritted my teeth.
“You know…” She sighed. “It kind of makes sense now.”
“What makes sense?”
She looked at me with a mischievous grin that made me want to lift her over the bar and smack her ass. She’d lit some kind of fire inside of me, one that needed to remain at a subtle simmer until she left town.
She once again attempted to slurp the last of the liquid from her glass before slamming it on the counter. “It kind of makes sense that phone wasn’t yours.”
The mention of the phone reminded me of the photo, which of course made my blood pressure rise. “Why is that?”
“The vibrator app—it doesn’t line up with your personality.”
“In what way?”
“I couldn’t picture you going to such great lengths to get a woman off. You’re more of a straight shooter.”
“You’re right about one thing.”
“What’s that?” She smiled.
“I wouldn’t need a damn app to get a woman off. Never needed any help pleasing a woman.”
Her face reddened, and that seemed to shut her up—until it didn’t.
“Speaking of that, why did your ex leave town?”
This again? “Excuse me? What does that have to do with any of this?”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t. I’m just curious about it.”
It angered me that Hank had been spilling my business to February, especially when she’d probably drawn the wrong conclusion. Yes, my ex left town, but it wasn’t cut and dried. People had been whispering ever since she left, assuming I’d been dumped. But that wasn’t the whole story at all.