Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
After my hot shower, I only have enough energy left to stumble over and fall into bed with the soggy towel still wrapped around me. I don’t even bother covering myself as I fall asleep.
Loud knocking wakes me up sometime later, and I sit up and push my wild hair out of my face. Darn, my dad is impatient. I pull on my pink fuzzy robe before stumbling out to the living room. “I’m coming,” I croak out, sure he’ll never hear me through the solid wood door. Why in the world didn’t my dad use his key?
Chapter 3
Grey
After spending the weekend learning everything there is to know about my girl, I came up with a strategy to win her over. Unfortunately, all my plans went up in smoke when I discovered Noelle called in sick today. It took a tiny bit of lying and manipulation, but I managed to convince the school secretary to tell me why my girl isn’t at school today.
On the way to her apartment, I stop by the local coffee shop, hoping sugar and caffeine can help me bribe my way into her home. After spending the entire weekend missing my little elf, I can’t wait a second longer to see her again. Fuck. My curvy little elf wormed her way into my heart and soul, and I’ll never be free of the hold she has over me.
I walk up the stairs to her second-floor apartment, juggling coffee cups and not paying attention to where I’m going. “Excuse me, but who are you?” I look up to find an elderly man standing at the top of the stairs.
“I’m here to see Noelle St. Nick,” I tell him and watch his eyes narrow.
“What for?” Who is he? The hall monitor? I debate ignoring him and pushing my way past, but Easton’s earlier warning about finding new ways to piss off the town residents runs through my mind.
“She’s ill, and I want to check on her.” I give him the condensed version and continue walking up the stairs.
“I’m going to be keeping an eye on you,” he huffs and steps back for me to pass. “Sheriff Peterson can be here in four minutes.” My girl’s neighbor walks to the door at the end of the hall.
“Have a nice day,” I tell him and knock on the door with 2A in gold letters across it. It takes three knocks before I hear movement from the other side of the door. I almost kick the door down when I hear her coughing loudly. My new caveman attitude is disconcerting, to say the least. Hopefully, I’ll figure out how to control it within the next seventy years.
“The universe hates me.” Noelle’s gorgeous eyes widen as she throws the door open and frowns up at me. My eyes roam from the top of her messy head, down the pink fuzzy robe covering her body, and stops at her light pink polished toes. “What are you doing here, Mr. Woodward?” I can barely make out the words. Her scratchy, weak croak sends worry coursing through me.
“I heard you’re sick, and I wanted to come and check on you.” I stare into her shocked eyes and shrug. “And I told you to call me Grey.”
My curvy little elf steps back and grumbles, “I’m too sick to come up with an appropriate response.” Then she points at the cups in my hand. “I hope one of those cups of coffee is for me.”
“It sure is.” I follow her into the tiny apartment. “The cold going around town is a bitch.”
“I’m too sick to even wonder how you found that out.” She follows me over to the breakfast bar. “And I can’t turn down Sally’s world-famous coffee.”
“Here you go.” I hold out a barstool for Noelle and place one of the cups in front of her. “I’ll let you have a raincheck on giving me hell.”
“Good.” Noelle takes a sip of her coffee and groans, causing my cock to wake the fuck up. She’s sick. Calm the fuck down, I tell the impatient bastard before taking my little elf’s hand.
“Come on, little elf.” She doesn’t resist, shocking me. “Let’s get you settled on the sofa where you can be comfortable.”
“I’m too sick to argue.” Noelle lets me tuck a soft blanket around her curvy body. “But I’ll give you hell when I’m back to normal.”
“I’ll look forward to it.” I sit next to her and reach for the television remote.
“Just so you know,” she mumbles and lays her head back, “I’m not falling for whatever nefarious plan you have in mind. I just don’t have the energy to kick you out.”
We end up spending the day watching movies while my girl takes several naps. While this isn’t the way I intended to get to know her, I’m almost grateful for fate’s little helping hand.