Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I ate my cake, bite by bite, and contemplated whether or not to open the window or not.
In the end, I decided that I’d better do it.
My box fan had died last week, and likely the only stupid air flow I’d get was by whatever breeze was blowing inside.
Twelve
Sometimes I wonder what happened to the people that asked me for directions.
—Aella to Chevy
CHEVY
I contemplated going up to her apartment a hundred times, but in the end, sat my ass on my bike and stared up at the apartment that I knew was hers.
Her birthday.
She hadn’t told anyone, because no one had asked.
Fuck.
Why did that hurt my goddamn heart so much?
And why did the thought of no one celebrating her birthday at work piss me off?
Usually, one of the doctors pitched in when it was someone’s birthday, ordering food enough for the whole floor.
But not this time.
Luckily I’d been at lunch when I had, and had seen her enjoying her chocolate cake so much that I’d wanted to give her mine.
And I fucking loved chocolate cake.
Seeing the smile overtake her face was worth giving it up, though.
Milena had given me a hard time as we’d walked out to her car, and I hadn’t had a single way to refute her words.
I did like her.
A lot.
And the last few days had only made me like her even more.
On the way home today, I’d made a special stop by a bakery to buy Aella a cake, and I’d been contemplating when to give it to her for a fuckin’ hour now.
I’d just decided that maybe I should bring it with me tomorrow to work when I saw her come into view.
She had a fork of what looked like the chocolate cake in one hand, and her other opening the window.
I frowned.
Why would she have her window open when it was so damn hot outside?
It might be ten at night, but it was still ninety degrees.
Frowning still, I walked around to the side of the building, taking my cake with me, intending to drop it off at her door, when I stopped next to the air conditioner units.
None of them were on.
That was strange.
There was no way that they shouldn’t be running right now.
And maybe if one wasn’t running that would be normal…but all of them?
I’d been hearing the air conditioners run from the apartment building behind me for an hour now.
At least one of them should be on…
I looked down as I passed and realized the problem.
The copper had been stolen from the units.
Goddammit.
Pulling out my phone, I gave Hagrid a call.
He answered on the first ring.
“Sup?” he asked.
“I have a situation,” I said as I gave him all the details.
“I’ll send a crew out,” he said. “Probably take about fifteen minutes to get there, though.”
I hung up, then went ahead and ordered some pizza.
Since I didn’t know what she liked, I ordered a couple of them, as well as adding a shit ton of breadsticks and dessert pizzas.
I waited on the side of the building, cake in hand, for them to get there.
The pizza guy and Hagrid’s crew showed up at the same time.
Leaving Hagrid’s crew to do what they would, I headed upstairs and found the apartment that I knew to be hers.
Knocking on the door, I waited for her to arrive, then questioned whether it was too late when it took her a long time to get to the door.
Just when I was about to leave, the door cracked open, and a brown eye poked out to look at me.
That brown eye widened, and she closed the door in my face, only to open it again without the chain.
“Chevy!” she said in surprise.
I blinked and stared at the beautiful woman in front of me.
I’d seen what she was wearing from the ground, but up close and in person was enough to make my knees slightly weak.
“I wanted to treat you to dinner for your birthday,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as angry as it felt coming out of my mouth.
She was wearing another t-shirt, but this one fit her like a glove. The front of it said “Red Raiders Volleyball” on it, and mother of god, she had no bra on.
Aella didn’t have the biggest tits in the world.
To be completely truthful, they were quite small.
But that meant that she could get away with not having a bra on, and mostly you couldn’t tell.
But when the t-shirt was white, tight, and practically so threadbare that you could see through it?
That meant that I had a great view of her dusky nipples through the material.
And those nipples were hard and practically begging for me to put my mouth on them.
Her lower half was just as fantastic as the top.
She was wearing a pair of shorts that were honestly the best shorts I’d ever seen.