Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I tell her. “It’s a deal.”
Mya nods and quickly walks past me out into the yard and back down toward the greenhouses. I stand, smiling to myself for almost a full minute before I follow after her. I played a big hand last night, but it looks as though it paid off. I’m one step closer to making Mya mine, and that’s all that matters right now. God knows that’s the only thing that matters.
6
Mya
I work the whole day, and I actually love it. From working the register and cashing out customers who come to buy plants, to watering seedlings, to organizing the catalog, to miscellaneous greenhouse duties, I actually love working for Ethan’s company.
I can’t remember the last job I had that I actually enjoyed. I hated being a waitress, I didn’t like being a secretary for that computer company, I wasn’t a fan of working as a stock girl at the several clothing stores I worked at, and while I didn’t hate working at the art supplies store, the other girls I worked with drove me crazy every week telling me that what I was eating was going to kill me. The store would have been fine if it wasn’t for them.
To be honest, I’m insanely lucky with this job. Even if Ethan was just some random guy who barely even talked to me and only showed up every now and then to make sure I was doing things right, this would be a great job, and I’d be happy to have it. But he’s not.
Ethan is a dream. Not only is he a great, kind, communicative boss, but he’s also so unbelievably handsome that he’s actually a distraction, and whenever I see him out in the yard or by the trucks, I have to actually turn around and keep myself from looking at him just so I can stay focused on what I’m doing.
I should be worried about whether or not he’s going to give me my phone back tonight at the end of the day. I should be worried about whether the money he gave me earlier wasn’t just a cheap trick to get me to stay and not the last cash I’ll ever see from him. I should be afraid that I’m falling in love with a man who thinks it’s fine to lock me in a room and steal my property.
But I’m not. I’m not worried about any of that. And that’s what worries me. What I’m really worried about is the fact that as the minutes tick by, I can feel myself slipping further and further into some kind of dangerous obsession with the man who hired me—the man who I should be doing everything I can to distance myself from.
I’m just setting the last bag of mulch onto the stack when I see Ethan stepping down from one of the trucks out in the lot. He shakes the hand of one of his men, who waves and goes to his car. Ethan heads up to the house, most likely to shower, and I go to the register to close out for the day.
I’m quivering with a new anticipation as I make my way up to the house. My breasts are extra sensitive, my nipples hard. My heart is practically in my throat, pounding fast and hard as I take every single step on my way up to the front door. I’m nearly floating. It’s like my entire body is tingling as I take the handle and squeeze, hear the click, and push the door inward and step into the house where I know he is as well.
I have to thank him—thank him and that’s it. I can’t have a repeat of the first time we met. I’ll thank him for the job, get my phone back, and go to my room. Maybe, if I have the strength (and that’s a big if), I’ll even tell him that I’m going back to my apartment to get some things and that it’s better if I stay there for the foreseeable future.
Right, staying at my rundown, drafty apartment is better than staying here.
I step into the living room, hoping to find him there, but the room is empty and so is the kitchen. I make my way down the hall toward his bedroom and hear the shower running.
“Great,” I mutter as my thoughts wander to all kinds of places they shouldn’t. Images of Ethan’s wet and naked muscled body flood my mind before I can stop them. I try to think of something, anything to replace them—ice cream, puppies, kittens, even the gross murder scene at the end of that scary movie I watched last week. But none of it works. All I can picture is Ethan in the shower, standing there with his flawless physique as the water rains down on him.