Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just one night.”
She smiles innocently back. What I wouldn’t give to be her age again with my whole life ahead of me. What I wouldn’t give for a do-over. Maybe then I wouldn’t make such a monumental mistake.
“Come on,” she says, giving me an encouraging pat on the knee. “Let’s get back out there! I think I heard the front doorbell. I’ll give you the next table even if it’s in my section.”
She really is the sweetest. I think I just might start crying again. “Thanks, Julia. You’re the best.”
“Don’t sweat it, Sadie.”
Julia stands and opens the door, holding it for me, but I motion for her to go on ahead.
“I’m going to put myself together a bit first,” I tell her. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Okay.” She smiles with a nod before she steps out and closes the door behind her.
That was a lie. Well, it was a white lie. I don’t need time to put myself together for the people outside; I need time to put myself together for Jake and the photo I’m about to send him.
Jake is the reason I’m wearing the lingerie I bought underneath my work clothes. He’s the reason I snooped his company number online before coming in to work today. I called it and got someone named Ryan and explained to him who I was. For some reason, he already seemed familiar with my name, and when I asked him to give me Jake’s private number, he gave it to me willingly.
Now it’s time to put my plan in action.
I lock the door and quickly strip out of my work clothes. I wish I was wearing heels to complete the look, but as any waitress will tell you, heels are your worst enemy if you’re working more than a half-hour. And besides, this is Cherry’s Diner, not a strip club.
I take a bunch of photos, working on my angles, before I’m able to settle on the best one. Then I open a new text to Jake’s number.
I bite my lip as I feel my anxiety start to rise. Really I should be sending a test-text before I send the pic, just to make sure Ryan gave me the right number and I’m not sending this to the wrong person. But that would kind of spoil the fun and the surprise for Jake when he gets a random text from a random number and opens it up to see what I’ve just sent him.
“Okay, buddy. Let’s see if you’re not sure after this!” I muter, then press send.
17
Jake
I still can’t believe I confessed everything about Sadie to Logan and Ryan. That’s so not like me. But I still feel much better now that I know I won’t be backing down. Now that I know I have a plan to make her mine.
As I lean back on the couch and put my feet up, I’ve got a big stupid grin on my face, and that’s rare for me after coming back from the office. For the longest time, my life has been nothing but my work. I’ve lost myself in it. Told myself that would be where I would find meaning. I guess I just convinced myself that if I buried my head in my business it would provide me with everything I needed.
And up until now, I thought I was right.
With no personal relationships to distract me, I was able to become wildly successful and grow the company’s reputation from a complete unknown into one of the most trusted and reliable firms in the security industry.
But Sadie has me reevaluating everything I want from life. And her rule has lit a fire in me that only makes me want her more.
I glance over at her house and see all the lights are off. She must be at work right now, which means I might get another show through her window when she gets home. I feel a pulse of blood go to my cock as I remember the first time I watched her and just how hot it was.
She really is incredible.
My phone buzzes beside me, and I groan. Probably Ryan with some more work stuff he forgot to bring up at the meeting. That’s typical of him. He always forgets something and then either calls or texts me a half-hour later to go over it. But when I pick up the phone, it’s a number I don’t recognize. A number not in my contacts.
“Fucking spam,” I grunt. I unlock my phone and am just about to delete the text when I see it’s a picture message. I squint at the photo.
Wait a minute…is that—?
I tap the message and open it. The photo expands, and I see it. I see her.
Sadie, looking absolutely gorgeous in sexy lingerie, posing in what looks like the back room of a restaurant, probably where she works, but who really cares right now?