Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
It doesn’t take me long to help her mama, Mrs. Maple into the truck. The woman is warm and kind. Bet she’d never leave her fourteen-year-old son on his own in a strange city.
More trouble than you’re worth. The stinging words from the past still echo in my head.
It’s gotten better in the last couple of years. Ever since that day with Ginger. Fuck, she made me feel like I was somebody.
The high lasted for days. Never wanted to come down from that. Now I come around sometimes when I’m craving. A junkie in need of a hit. Pathetic.
The self-loathing drives me today. It forces me to work harder than normal. Faster too.
If she comes back here, we’ll be all alone together. I could pick her up and sit her on the counter with the register. I could step between her parted thighs and taste her lips. Our tongues would tangle together as she ran her hands through my hair and moaned into my mouth.
A ding interrupts my fantasy. I pause in unloading the inventory here in the storage room and wipe my face with the hem of my sleeveless tank.
The ding sounds again, and I pull my phone from my jeans. There are no missed calls or new messages.
Frowning at it, I shove the device back into my pocket and keep sorting the inventory into the correct areas. It’s shameful enough that I fist my cock to fantasies of Ginger every night. Now I’m daydreaming about her when I should be working.
I’ve just gotten the boxes in place, and I’m rolling the dolly toward the door when the ding sounds again. I glance around and spy it on the counter by the register. It’s the sparkly case that holds the tablet where Ginger and her mom record transactions for the shop.
I should ignore it, but I know sometimes she and her brothers video chat. They leave each other messages about what’s happening with her mom. What if it’s important? What if something happened, and they’re trying to get in touch with her?
Cursing under my breath, I stomp across the floor and reach for the tablet. It’s so tiny in my big hands that it looks like a child’s toy.
Flipping it open, I instantly suck in a deep breath. There’s a video pulled up on the screen. Ginger is downstairs in the basement of her mom’s place. She’s got that sparkly blue curtain up that I saw last year when Greer called me over to help fix a busted pipe.
She runs a makeup channel or something online. At least, that’s what he told me at the time. He didn’t seem to care too much about that, seeing as we were knee-deep in water.
There was no way I could ask any questions about it. Not without tipping my hand. Didn’t stop me from spending hours that night searching online. I searched every combination of her name I could think of. I never found her videos. Finally, I told myself it was for the best.
I know it’s probably nothing more than a video of her showing girls how to do that sparkly shit on her nails that she likes so much. But still, curiosity gets the better of me, and I click play before I can stop myself.
Ginger
“Listen, I know we don’t talk a whole lot, and I’m sorry for that. Really, I am. But if you could not let him find my tablet, then I promise to go to church more often than just Easter and Christmas. I’ll even stop making change in the offering plate when it passes my way,” I pray out loud when I pull the truck up to the storefront. Mom was already deep in her nap by the time I left, and I got a neighbor to stay with her.
There’s no audible answer to my request as I rush from the vehicle and into the store.
My heart stops the moment I see Grizz.
He’s here.
He’s standing behind the register, and he’s holding my tablet.
My voice rings out from the video as I describe why self-pleasure is such an important thing for a woman. I mean, the title of the podcast is, Sex and the Single Girl.
I should be confident. I should stride up to him and calmly demand my stuff back. I should be that kick-ass girl who is unruffled by the fact that her brother’s best friend knows she runs a sex podcast.
Instead, I’m the girl that’s wishing she could sink into the floor. New plan, Jesus. Just let me die right here.
I clear my throat to get his attention. Actually, it’s more of a squeak. Whatever.
He finally pulls his gaze from the tablet screen.
He blinks at me slowly. Those soulful eyes are pulling me under his spell. This is it. This is the moment when he finally realizes I’m a woman, and that he’s crazy about me. He’ll stalk across the floor and yank me against his body. Then he’ll lower his head and give me the kiss to end all kisses.