Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Patiently, I have been waiting for my turn, wondering when my number is going to be called. I know it is not based on anything like money or status, this town nor our mayor works like that. No, Lloyd is a fair man and an intuitive one. He matches based on the answers to the questions and his knowledge of all of us men in this town. I just have to wonder if he finds me difficult to mate.
The guy often ribs me for being exacting and overbearing. Non forgiving and analytical at the same time. They often say the woman I end up with is going to have to be either submissive or sassy as hell. Huh, I wouldn't mind a little bit of both. The truth is, they are right. I have always known anyone I can see myself with will have to be smart, funny, feisty but also obedient when it counts. Hell, I am a kinky fuck and my woman is going to have to be able to handle it.
Making sure the new inventory is accounted for, I hear the chime above the door go off letting me know someone has walked in. “Welcome to the General Store. Let us know if we can help you,” I call out from the back room. I don’t hear a response but that is not out of the norm. Sometimes people know exactly what they need and they get it, check out and walk out.
Finishing up, I walk from the back into the main floor of the store in enough time to watch the most succulent backside of a thief, that is shoving chips and a loaf of bread into her big purse. From this angle I can only tell she is a young lady, an ass the size of my lap, which dear God would sit right on it bouncing like a little bunny. She stands upright and I catch her profile, my cock begins to weep. She has got a set of smackers on her face. Plump and pink, perfect for wrapping around my cock and gagging.
Shocked at the blatant erection of my mind, I clear my throat and try to stick to the issue. She is stealing from me. “Can I help you carry that to the counter?” I ask, walking up on her. Her back stiffens and though she is facing away from me, it doesn’t stop me from moving so fucking close I can feel the body heat. I reach my hand out so it is in front of her face, palms up. “Maybe you want to put that on my hands.”
Slowly she turns to face me and I fucking stumble back, subtle enough that I don’t think she noticed but damn I felt the punch to the gut. She is fucking gorgeous. Her eyes are the color of amber with flecks of green in them. Her hair, a direct contrast to her pale face, is the color of coal, but that is too tame a color. It’s a vibrant, rich black, reminiscent of an onyx diamond.
“I, uhm, lost my wallet,” she lies to my face. I watch her lip end up in between her teeth and her eyes avoid my own.
“I see. Did you lose it before or after you shoved those items in your bag?” For a fleeting moment her gaze turns defiant having been called out, but then I can see when she realizes she is in a tight spot. Something about this girl tells me she is not doing it for sport and if she is in trouble, I might be able to help her. “Where are you from, little girl?” Oh that got her riled up.
She crosses her arms and frowns at me. “Little girl? I will have you know I am eighteen years old, '' she says in a sassy bratty voice. I take a second to look at her, like really look at her and my stomach begins to sour. Jesus. She can’t be barely eighteen. I am lusting over barely, if even, legal pussy?
“My ass. If you're eighteen, I’m a millionaire.” She shows her hand when her eyes widen before she corrects herself. “Show me some I.D.'' Huffing and puffing she pulls one from her wallet and instantly I chuckle. “This is the worst fake I.D, I have ever seen.” I mean any moron can see the outline of where the real photo used to be and was replaced.
“Hey, give that back,” she says reaching for it but when I hold it up, she doesn't have a chance in hell of getting it. Her five foot nothing self against my six foot frame is laughable.
“I don’t think so, bunny.'' She stops trying to reach the ID and frowns at the nickname I didn't mean to give her. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” I ask her, worried more than I should be about some girl I don’t know.