Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
And if he isn't Tex? a little voice whispers.
Well, I'll just have to cross that hurdle when I get to it.
Please, please don't let me get to it, I pray.
"Let's do it," I say, my decision made.
Chapter Three
Granger
"I brought you something."
I glance up from the bed of my truck to see Arwen standing on the sidewalk, shielding her eyes against the sun. The strap of her sundress slips down her left shoulder, making my fucking mouth water. I want to taste her skin right where the sun hits it.
"Yeah? And what did you bring me?" I ask, my eyes prowling all over her curvy body. God have mercy. She's too pretty for words, smiling at me like she knows a secret I don't.
Her hands slip from behind her back. "This," she says, presenting a cupcake to me.
My stomach growls. Not for the food. For her. I want to lick the frosting off her naked body.
"You're always bringing me food. I figured it was my turn." She steps off the sidewalk, presenting the cupcake to me. The damn thing is bigger than her delicate little hand. "It's strawberry cheesecake flavored."
I wrap my hand around her wrist, holding her steady as I take the cupcake from her. She shivers at my touch, her nipples turning to hard points in her dress.
"What did you do last night, little one?"
A tiny smile curves her plump lips upward, a blush staining her cheeks. "Nothing," she whispers, the pulse in her throat jumping. "Just work."
"Mm."
Did you dream about me after you passed out last night, baby doll?
I peel the wrapper from the cupcake, bringing it to my lips before I can ask that question. Fucking hell. If I don't find a way out of my own misery soon, I'm going to start ripping shit apart. Starting with her fucking roof so I have an excuse to drag this job out for as long as possible.
"What did you do?" she asks.
"Same thing I do every night."
I called you. You cried out for me while you fucked yourself on your fingers.
"Oh." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and then her eyes flash to mine. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it."
I meet her gaze, holding it captive. "I always enjoy it, Arwen."
She shivers again.
"Yo, boss!"
I whip my head around, staring daggers at the apprentice shouting my name from across the parking lot. He clearly can't take a fucking hint because he lifts his hand in a wave, motioning me over.
"Well, I should let you get back to work," Arwen says, stepping back onto the sidewalk. I suddenly want to strangle my apprentice. "Bye, Granger."
"Talk to you later, little one," I promise.
"I'm sorry. Arwen isn't accepting calls tonight."
"What the fuck?" I growl, stabbing the button to end the call as the automated message replays for the third time. Why isn't she taking calls? She always works on Wednesdays. Hell, she's worked every damn night since she started the job.
I pick up my cell, tapping out a text before I can talk myself out of it. She gave me her number when I needed access to their attic. I haven't used it since my third day on the job, but I've already broke every other rule when it comes to her. Might as well break this one too.
Me: Thank you for the cupcake today.
I want to ask why she isn't taking calls tonight but don't. There will be no convincing her I'm not a goddamn creep, then. No more cupcakes or sweet smiles. I'll be kicked out of her life fast enough to make my head spin.
The thought makes me sick to my stomach. I'm not just obsessed with Arwen. I'm fucking wild about her. I fell in love the second I set eyes on her, and I've only fallen deeper every moment since then. I don't just want to fuck her. I want to be the center of her world. And I want to make her the center of mine. She won't want for anything, won't need anything. I'll work like a goddamn dog to make her happy.
Arwen: You're welcome.
I hesitate for a moment and then say screw it and ask what I really want to know.
Me: What are you doing tonight?
I drum my fingers on the bed beside me, impatiently waiting for a response. Jesus. If she's out with some other man, I'm going to lose my mind. A growl rumbles in my throat, possessive jealousy churning through me. She better not be out with another man.
She's mine. She has been since I met her. I just need to figure out how to convince her that I'm not a complete asshole.
Arwen: The same thing I do every night.
"Little liar," I mumble, reading her texts. She isn't doing what she does every night. If she were, we'd be on the phone right now, and she'd be well on her way to her third orgasm. Fuck. Unless she means she's already on her way to her third orgasm. Is my girl touching my pussy? Without me?