Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I snorted as I thought that. This wasn’t a romance book, and it certainly wasn’t one of those movies. This was real life, where the girl who’d been called chubby all her life now cleaned other people’s houses, was a literal virgin, had never properly been kissed, and had dreamed of a romance that had her toes curling.
Hell, it wasn’t like I had been properly touched either. Or ever. But I was okay with that. A twenty-five-year-old virgin was something to be proud of, because I was waiting for my true love to come along and sweep me off my feet.
Or maybe that was just some fairy tale that would never come to fruition.
But I didn’t—wouldn’t—just give myself over to the first guy who promised me the world. I wanted my first time, my first real kiss, to be with a man who looked at me with total adoration, who, when I hugged him, I could rest my head on his chest and hear his heart beat fast because of me. And I wanted that with Big.
But I’d been here for five years and not once had he talked to me; not once had he made any kind of effort like he was interested. But then again, neither had I.
And I was too afraid of rejection to go after him myself, to admit that for five years I’d watched him from a distance... fallen in love with a man who I didn’t even know the sound of his voice, what his background was, his likes and dislikes, or anything like that.
I was a wimp, but I was a wimp who’d fallen hopelessly in love, and nobody else would compare. No one would ever compare to Big, and I didn’t know if that made me insane, obsessed, or just plain hopeless.
I straightened in my seat, grabbed my phone, and pulled up the website for Big’s cabinetry company— BH Custom Cabinetry.
It wasn’t like I could use his service, given the fact that I was in a rental, but God, I wanted an excuse to talk to him. Would it be completely ridiculous if I called him for an estimate on a house that wasn’t even mine? I snorted again and should’ve put the phone down, but instead I went to the About Us section.
The header image was a picture of Big with three other men and an elderly woman. I knew she was their receptionist, one of the men was the financial aspect behind the company, and the other guys and Big actually worked on the cabinets. But my gaze was focused right on Big, how he towered over the rest of them. God, he looked like a real man, one who I’d always envisioned and fantasized about.
He was tall, easily six and a half feet, and he was bulky, with wide shoulders and defined muscles. His broad chest tapered down to narrow hips, and although he wore a shirt, I could imagine he had a six-pack. In fact, I would bet anything on it.
The jeans he wore were faded and worn in, and because his flannel was tucked in, the very clear bulge I could make out had my mouth drying. I was such a pervert for the things I thought when I stared at his crotch.
And his face. God, his face was almost harsh with signs of doing manual labor outside, sun-kissed, and not at all classically handsome. In other words, he was so damn attractive to me. His dirty-blond hair was short and swept to the side. He had a beard a shade darker than his hair, gruff and mountain-man in appearance.
I exited out of the website, because I felt arousal start to rise up in me. I set my phone down, but it was as if my thoughts conjured the very man himself. I watched as his large SUV pulled to a stop right across the street.
The local hardware store left much to be desired, with basically selling nuts and bolts, small tools, and household items. But it was the only one in town unless you needed actual stuff to construct something in your house. Then you’d have to go to the next town over to the big chain home construction store, where you could get slabs of lumber, power tools, and hell, even cleaning supplies.
I sat up straighter as I watched him climb out of his SUV, his legs long and thick... thick like tree trunks—sturdy and stable. I was five-foot seven, which wasn’t small, in fact above average size for a woman. But compared to him, I was so small and petite. I bet he could easily pick me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, my frame slight as he held me and fucked me up against the wall.
Oh, Lord.
My thoughts turned dirty pretty damn quick, and I felt myself blush despite the fact that I was alone. And it wasn’t like anybody could see or hear what I was thinking.