Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Let’s trade,” I suggest to her. “I ate on the plane.”
She shakes her head. “I have dinner plans.” I side-look at her. “I don’t want to be too full.”
“Dinner?” I ask her as I open my container. “With who?”
“Don’t get all excited, it’s the HOA meeting.” She takes a bite of a piece of chicken. “Listen, I have to talk to you about something.” She avoids looking at me. “And, well, you might be pissed.”
“Might be or am going to be?”
“That’s in the eye of the beholder,” she tries to joke but doesn’t look up at me, and I can tell it’s serious if she’s avoiding looking at me. “What happened?” I ask her right away. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah,” she replies, “it’s really not that big of a deal, but it might be for you.”
“Would you just tell me?”
“Well, I was at Lexi’s place for girls’ night, right?” I nod, listening to her. “And, well, it came out that you are sort of rich.”
“Explain, please.”
“Well, she was going on and on about how you were her boss and then my boss.” She looks at me. “You are not my boss.”
“I’m not anyone’s boss.”
“That’s what I told her also, but anyway, I don’t know why but it came out that you are Richie Rich rich.”
“We are Richie Rich rich,” I correct her. “You really have to stop putting it all on me. And you are richer than I am.”
“Anyway, I just thought you should know. Now it’s off my back and I don’t have to avoid talking to you.”
“You were avoiding me?” I ask her.
“You called me twice and I didn’t answer,” she gasps. “What did you think was going on?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, flabbergasted, “that you were busy?”
“Wow.” She pushes away from the island. “It’s like you don’t even care.”
I can’t help but laugh at her. “I have to go. My lunch break is finished and my boss is back in town, and he’s an asshole.”
I shake my head, snorting. “I heard otherwise.”
“From who?” she retorts. “Say their name.” I don’t answer her. “Exactly, I’m gone. Tell Jefferson she’s a little bitch for eating the string to my bikini.”
“That was two months ago,” I shout to her back, “and I got you a replacement!”
She doesn’t answer, she just shuts the door with a bang. I look at the phone next to me, seeing it’s after four. I pick it up and decide to just call Lexi. She answers after two rings. “Hey,” she answers and I can almost see her smile on her face.
“Hey,” I say back to her, looking at the salad in my bowl and pushing it in front of me.
“How are you?” she asks and then quickly follows up with another question, “Are you back?”
“I’m good. I’m back,” I reply. “Got back a little bit ago.
“Are you at the office?” I ask, not really caring but figuring I can perhaps keep her on the phone longer.
“Nope,” she replies, “it was a work-from-home day.”
“How come you haven’t invited me to see your house?” The minute I ask her the question, I close my eyes and I want to kick myself in the balls.
She laughs. “I don’t know, I guess I haven’t had the opportunity to. Would you like to come over and see my house?”
“Now?” I ask her, wanting to go and see her desperately.
“If you are free.” She chuckles. “You can come over now.”
“Drop me a pin,” I tell her. I wait, looking at the phone for what feels like five years but is actually a couple of seconds. “I’m about twenty minutes away.”
“Okay, I’ll be here.”
I hang up the phone, rushing to my bedroom and grabbing my keys before running out and into my SUV. I stop at the place where I saw her for the first time after she left Trent and she got the cinnamon rolls I know she loved.
When I pull up to the house, I take a second to look at it, smiling when I get out and see her in the doorway. “Wow,” I say to her, pulling the sunglasses off my face. “She owns more jeans,” I say of the jean skirt she’s wearing. It’s all the way to her ankles but has a huge V split in the front, showing her legs. Her midriff is out again because of her white, sleeveless tank top.
“I have a whole row of jeans now,” she announces, a smile on her face as she moves away from the door. “Kirby,” she says my name with a sly smile, “welcome to my home.” She moves away from the door for me to step in and all I can do is smile at her. Lucky for me the box of cinnamon rolls is in my hand, so I don’t wrap my arms around her and give her the biggest hug—followed by kissing the ever-loving shit out of her—and then fucking her against the wall. “Let me give you a tour, and then we can sit down.”