Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She’s wearing a t-shirt and short shorts, looking as gorgeous as ever. It looks like she rushed here because she’s a little out of breath, and her hair is a bit messy.
“Brick, everything is fucked.”
I almost laugh at how direct she’s being. She isn’t mincing any words. But I adjust my face, making sure to keep hidden my sudden burst of emotion.
I’m sure I can guess what she is talking about, but I’d rather Tammy use her special way with words to let me know how she’s feeling.
“You weren’t supposed to… You weren’t supposed to join me. On Saturday. Why would you do that? Everything is all complicated now. I mean, what are we doing?” The anger she came rushing in here with has dissipated into genuine curiosity. I don’t really have a whole lot of answers for her, though.
“Did you not enjoy it?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Well, guessing from how hard you came, I’d say you had a really good time, yes?” Her face goes almost as red as a tomato, and I laugh because she’s so cute. How could I not want to have sex with her? She’s so damn alluring.
“Well, did you think about protection? Because I’m not on the pill,” she reveals.
Oh. That’s information I did not have before. I lean back in my chair, once again caught off guard.
“I thought all women were on the pill. I had no idea you weren’t.” I truly had no clue. It’s only been a couple of days, so it’s not like we’re in super dangerous territory yet, but is it something I would mind terribly? I barely know Tammy, but we’ve clearly been having fun together.
“That’s obviously not true. If you knew anything about women’s health, you would know that. What you should have done is wear a condom.”
She has a point there. I don’t know a whole lot about birth control, so I shouldn’t have assumed anything. I should know that at least by this point. I’ve gotten as far as I have in my industry because of my shrewd business acumen. But for whatever reason, I’m not able to make a sound decision regarding Tammy.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. I really am. I never wanted to cause Tammy any stress. It was all a bit of fun that’s now beginning to get super serious – and not just because of the potential pregnancy. It’s serious because I’m having thoughts I’ve never had before. Like getting excited at the thought of this curvy girl being filled with my seed.
But that’s crazy. And it looks like Tammy is feeling some of the crazy herself.
I see Tammy’s mood shift at my apology. She doesn’t seem as angry or annoyed anymore.
“Okay,” she responds.
Her arms cross over her breasts, and I wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of hers right now.
“You should give me the tapes right now,” she demands. Tammy is quite the savvy business lady. She can sense when the tides are turning in her favor, and even when she doesn’t have the upper hand, she still manages to find a bargaining position.
And she truly has the upper hand. So I acquiesce. All four tapes are in my briefcase, so I take them out. Tammy steps back when I get up from my seat. She looks down at my hand as I offer it to her with all four tapes.
“What are you doing?” She sounds suspicious, but I’m not playing any tricks. I’m ready to hand all of these over without a second thought.
“Giving you the tapes. You asked for them.”
She stares at me, open-mouthed.
“Really? You’re going to give them to me?” she asks, astounded.
I grin. She must think I’m a horrible person if she’s this surprised I’m giving the tapes back. Or maybe she’s remembering that moment in the greenhouse and thinks I have some new loophole to reveal.
But I don’t.
“I’m not a monster, despite popular opinion.”
At my words, she seizes the tapes and stuffs them into her bag. The relief on her face is obvious. I feel good; I want Tammy to be happy.
“Thanks. I didn’t think it would as easy as asking. I think I’m going to…” she trails off as she turns to leave.
I didn’t think our conversation was going to end so abruptly; I don’t want her to her to leave just yet.
“Tammy, wait.”
She stops turning away, her eyes zeroing in on me. She looks wary, but I’m not about to try and make another deal. I’m going to do something I haven’t done in a long time: I’m about to ask a girl out on a date.
“What is it?”
“Would you say our relationship has been a whirlwind?”
“That would be one way to put it.”
“True, but we also get along on some level, right? We wouldn’t have gotten this far if we didn’t.”
She bites her bottom lip, looking down at the ground for a couple seconds.