Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I’m older than you,” I said, following her as she started down the aisle.
“Yet, you know so little about bed linen,” she countered happily.
She crouched down in front of me to look at sheets on a low shelf, and the sight of the top of her head so close to my dick made me stumble back a step. Yeah, letting my mind wander that direction was not a good idea while we were in public and her nephew was standing two feet away.
“I’m thinking white,” Charlie said, glancing up at me.
She must have seen the panicked look in my eye, because she smiled evilly and glanced at my crotch.
“White sheets are kind of a pain in the ass,” Kara said from down the aisle. “But you can bleach them, which is a plus.”
“What do you think, Bishop?” Charlie asked.
Was her voice breathier than it had been before?
“White’s fine with me if that’s what you want.”
“They’re for your bed,” she countered.
“Just tell her you want white,” Draco said with a laugh.
“White’s good,” I repeated automatically.
“I’ll find you a gray set, too,” she mumbled to herself as she went searching through the shelf again.
She pulled out at least ten sets of sheets and we all just kind of waited around while she compared them.
“We’re going to the kitchen aisle,” Draco finally announced, ushering Kara away. “Or we’re gonna be here all night.”
“Don’t rush us,” Kara warned as they left. “Or we’ll take even longer.”
“I think these two,” Charlie said, putting a light gray set and a white set of sheets in the cart. She looked up and smiled at me. “They’re really nice. You scored. Sometimes they only have funky colors here and you’d end up with like orange or lime green sheets.”
“I’m just sleepin’ on them,” I replied with a shrug.
“But these will look nice,” she said, pointing to the cart.
I followed her down the next aisle and almost ran her over when she stopped abruptly.
“Well this is disappointing,” she said with a scowl.
The entire comforter selection had been pretty much wiped out.
“Come on,” she said, moving again. “Maybe we’ll be able to find a blanket or something.
I watched as she grew more and more irritated when she didn’t find what she was looking for.
“This is bullshit,” she muttered.
“You wanna go someplace else?” I asked, looking over her shoulder.
“No,” she replied stubbornly, turning to face me. “This is the place. Anywhere else we go we’re not going to find brand names.”
“I don’t need brand names—”
“This is the high-end stuff,” she said, cutting me off. “Not like the difference between store brand and name brand. This is where we should’ve been able to find the nice stuff.”
“You’re overthinking it,” I said quietly, reaching out to rest my hands on her shoulders. I rubbed my thumbs down the sides of her throat. “I don’t need anything fancy.”
“You asked for my help and I don’t want to hook you up with crappy stuff.”
“What’s up?” I asked, searching her expression. She was too frustrated about something so inconsequential.
“You deserve nice things,” she said, her chin jutting out a little. “Not some shitty comforter that’s going to be all lumpy after the first time you wash it.”
“Honey, if it keeps me warm I don’t care. You should’ve seen some of the places I’ve slept.”
“No,” she replied fiercely, her eyes meeting mine. “Not good enough.”
“Then why don’t you just let me borrow the blanket I had last night,” I said, stepping closer. “We can come back and look for something later.”
“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “But you still need pillows. Do you like the down ones that kind of flatten under your head or the really stuffed ones?”
“No idea,” I said, dropping my arms.
“We’ll get you one of each,” she said determinedly.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders I turned her toward the shopping cart. I kept my hand on the nape of her neck as we went searching for pillows. I still wasn’t sure why she’d been so frustrated about a stupid comforter, but I could tell just by looking at her that the moment hadn’t passed. She was practically vibrating with pent up energy with no outlet.
“Look,” Kara said excitedly when we met them in the kitchen area. “Pink salt.”
“Fancy,” Charlie replied. She seemed to shrug off her mood as she and Kara started browsing the shelves, but there was a lot of low voiced conversation going on between the two of them that I couldn’t hear.
“Everything good?” Draco asked me as we headed to check out.
“She’s pissed she couldn’t find me a comforter?” I replied, hoping he’d understand more than I did.
“Huh,” he mused.
“They didn’t have much,” I said with a shrug. “But she was really worked up about it.”
Draco nodded in understanding. “Thing you gotta understand about Charlie,” he said, watching the women as they walked side by side ahead of us. “She’s crazy protective of the people she considers hers.”