Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
It was kind of hard not to love an angel like Molly.
Her eyes were wide when I helped her off the back of my ride. She looked up at the dance studio, which was housed in what used to be a five and dime, and then back at me.
“Dancing lessons?”
I smiled.
“My friend Janet is looking for a receptionist. I figured since I cost you the last job, the least I could do was set up an interview.”
Her pretty mouth opened in surprise and she stared at me. Then she launched herself into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I could not stop smiling as I squeezed her right back. Nothing had ever felt so right.
“Come on, let me introduce you.”
She nodded and waited as I opened the door for her. Janet smiled and waved when she saw us.
“Janet, this is Molly. Molly, this is Janet.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Janet’s smile was genuine. I sighed in relief. This was off to a good start.
“Molly, I’ve heard so much about you.”
“You have?”
“Apparently, Callaway has a lot of good things to say. The whole club is talking about it.”
I glared at her for blowing up my spot, and she laughed at me. Janet was always cheeky. She was worse than the guys when it came to talking smack and could hold her own with anyone, even a burly biker. Molly had turned an adorable shade of pink.
“Oh.”
“So, you’re looking for work?”
Molly nodded eagerly.
“Do you have a resume?”
“I’m between computers, but I can get it for you if you give me a few days.”
“That’s okay. Just tell me what you’ve done.”
I stood there, watching Molly with pride. She listed all her jobs and the skills she used at each one. She was young and inexperienced, but she was a hard worker. And she wasn’t afraid to speak up for herself. I have to admit I was impressed.
Especially when she rattled off her GPA and the award she’d won in high school. The girl should be in college, I realized with a frown. A girl like her deserved to keep learning, if that’s what she wanted.
How could she be, dumbass? Her brother’s in a fucking coma and she’s his guardian.
Well, things would change now that she was with me. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. The weight would come off her pretty shoulders. I’d handle things. I stopped, realizing she might not like that. My Molly was way too independent.
I amended my thought.
I’d help her handle things.
Janet had her come behind the front desk. They put their two pretty heads together and started looking at the schedule to set up a few shifts. They would start on a trial basis. I was grinning ear to ear when we left a few minutes later.
Molly took my hand when I tried to put her helmet on. She squeezed it, stopping me. I looked down at her gorgeous face.
Damn, she’s almost too pretty to look at! But I’ll do my best to get used to it. To get used to her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just . . . I want to thank you.”
I gave her a suggestive grin.
“Thank me with a kiss.”
She nodded shyly and stepped in, lifting her chin toward me. I was a hell of a lot taller than her, so even on her tiptoes, she couldn’t reach my lips.
Of course, lying down, we wouldn’t have that problem . . .
Images of the two of us tangled up in bed flooded my head, immediately sending my cock to full attention. With a groan, I caught her against me, kissing her deep and long. Her arms slid around my neck as she kissed me back, not holding back this time.
HONK-HONK
The sound of passing cars brought me back to reality. We were getting some attention from rubberneckers on the busy road. Whoops.
“Let’s get out of here.”
She turned pink and I knew she got my meaning. I wanted to be alone with her. I wanted to do things to her. Lots of dirty, filthy things.
“Okay.”
“Come on, we’ll go to my place. I have that computer you were wanting to use.”
I helped her onto the back of my ride and climbed on, reminding her to hold tight before I started the engine. I drove a hell of a lot slower with her on the back, that was for damn sure.
I even followed the damn speed limit, something I never did.
My ride was custom and it had an engine that was faster than anything else on the road. Well, other than Jack’s ride. But he had done mine, so they might be about equal.
Either way, it went way faster than the speed limit. Something I took advantage of on a daily basis. But not with her precious fanny behind me on the leather seat.
Just thinking about her sweet ass made my cock so hard it hurt. I resisted the urge to speed home so I could get some relief. Or at least try to get some relief.