Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
My cock is getting hard again just thinking about running into her again. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with shock and embarrassment. Her cheeks, pink from the cold, were round and adorable. I should have dragged her inside and gave her a better look.
I’m almost jealous of my cock because I barely got a glimpse of her gorgeous face and he got all the damn attention. Yes, I suppose the fact that I opened the door with my cock and balls practically on display in the middle of winter might draw anyone’s attention, but that was intense.
By the time I’m dressed, I finally go back to the front door and look at the cookie box. She didn’t bother to bake them. They’re from a shop in town called Holiday’s Cookies. “How original,” I mutter. Still, they smell fantastic. I wonder if the pretty little pervert smells just as good. Probably not, but I’m itching to find out. Maybe I’ll make her pay for seeing me nearly naked and demand to stare at her pretty kitty.
The timer on my phone goes off, reminding me to get back to work. Snatching up my cookies, I head off to write. Opening up the box, I take a long whiff, and they’re potent so I take a bite of one of the heavenly cookies. The first one goes down so fast that I don’t realize that I’ve managed to eat half the box.
By the end of the night, I have only one thought in my head—to find my little pervert, and that’s going to happen by heading to this bake shop. Hopefully they’ll know who I’m talking about. Then, I’m going to take her home and spank her ass for making me break my routine and diet. Shit, I’m going to need a run and some push-ups after all these cookies.
My mind goes to the cute blonde, and I wonder where she came from. I look outside and the lights next door are still not on, so I’m assuming that family must be out of town. That’s good for me because I haven’t heard anyone making noise while I work, except for all the damn doorbell ringing.
I go back to writing, but all I can think about is finding my little cookie surprise and giving her a proper greeting. Fuck, I’ve never been so horny and angry in my life. I have only so many days to write, and I’m struggling. How the fuck am I supposed to write the rest of this novel when all I can think about is how I want to fuck, and fuck hard?
Maybe I can channel that anger. It works, and I spend the next four hours writing until my eyes get too blurry to stay awake. Shutting down my computer, I head to the bedroom and let my fatigue take me to sleep, or at least try, but those gorgeous blue eyes come to mind. Before I know it, I find my hand in my sleep pants, pulling out my length and fucking my hand. After I clean myself up, I finally close my eyes and let today slip away.
Chapter Five
Holiday
I wake up at four to get to the bakery on time for the rush. Waking up is more like an exaggeration because I never went to sleep. In fact, I tossed and turned, did yoga, baked the new recipe, taste-tested half of them, wrote an apology, and then made little hearts around the letter so I tossed it out. Seriously, I’m running on nothing but coffee and utter embarrassment this morning. What does he think of me?
Thankfully, the neighbor probably kept normal hours and tried to avoid the crazy girl next door, who was salivating over his naked form. God, he’s got to think I’m some horny slut ready to pounce, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Well, not completely. Only the slut part could be taken away. I’ve never gone all the way with a guy before, but for him, I’d make the exception.
When I pull up, of course I’m the first one here, but it won’t be too long before they all arrive. So, I start my routine and get everything together. I move around without saying a word, dashing from one oven to the other and then to the cooling racks repeatedly all morning. I didn’t even notice when the team came in.
Bethany stares at me as I pull the next round of cookies from the oven and set them on the rack. I turn around to set the oven mitts down when she stops in front of me so I can’t move. “What is up with you?” she asks.
“What do you mean?” I reply, looking at her with surprise.
“You are frantic today.”
“I don’t know what you mean. We’re busy.”
“Did that asshole give you a hard time when you dropped off the cookies?” The word hard pounds in my brain. He was getting hard, all right.