Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Once my mind’s made up, it’s pretty much a done deal, and not even the formidable Marion Chester could get me to move from my stance.
She’d called me up last minute after a couple weeks of no contact to go pick the kid up, and I knew it was one of her power plays. She was trying to see if she could still get me to dance to the beat of her drum.
The only reason I’d done it was because I had this vision of some poor orphan Annie standing in Penn Station, lost and alone, while that human succubus left her there all night.
I wouldn’t put it past her to do something like that and the thought of it, even though I didn’t know this girl whoever she was, was too much even for a hard ass like myself.
From the description Marion had given me though, I’m sure this is not at all what she’d been expecting.
The girl walking beside me was no orphan Annie and she was no hayseed either.
She might have that wholesome look about her, with her flawless skin and that hair that made me think of sinful things, but she was far from the bucktooth frump that Marion thought her to be. Have mercy on whoever fed her that misleading information.
I watched her out the side of my eye as we headed out of the station. Nope, she wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting, that ass alone was worth the ride to the train station.
Calm the fuck down Cal she’s a kid; you’re too old for her. Besides you were fucking her aunt a month ago.
‘Yeah, but she’s not really her aunt remember?’ shut up you. My dick likes to have his say when he thinks I’m being stupid, he’s landed me in more trouble than I like to remember.
I wasn’t sure what, if anything I should do, it wasn’t my problem after all; but I know Marion, this girl is everything she hates. She’s young, gorgeous and sweet; the trifecta, that will be like a stake through Marion’s black heart.
She hates the fact that she’s getting old, though thirty-five is far from old, and any female more beautiful than she, was considered an enemy.
There is no way she was going to be able to live with this girl for more than a day, further more a few months, or however long she thought it would take before she could safely send her packing without looking like the bitch that she is.
“Have you eaten sweetheart?” I looked over at her as I threw her bags in the trunk. She hadn’t said a word since we left the station, but I could see from the way she looked around at the hustle and bustle of the city and the bright lights, that she was entranced.
“I had some crackers on the train.” She blushed after giving me her answer and bit the corner of her lip.
Fuck little girl, don’t do that. How the fuck do I get myself into these things? I opened her door for her and seated her, that blush never went away.
I had to adjust myself as I made my way around to the other side. This was not part of the plan; I was supposed to be picking up a halfwit with bad skin and scarecrow hair, that’s the picture I had in my head from Marion’s description.
Not some bombshell that was making my cock ache from just the fucking sight of her. And if she kept up that little girl, I’m too timid for my own skin shit, there was a safe bet that my dick will talk me into having her under me in sixty seconds flat.
That’s my thing; I’m a dominant fuck. That’s one of the reasons Marion and I was a bad bet.
I’d known it going in, but with the stress of the past few months riding my tail hard, I’d given in. It beat going on the prowl, or so I’d told myself at the time.
My grandfather had up and died on me when I least expected it. At least he’d died doing something he loved. Why the fuck he’d wanted to climb Kilimanjaro at seventy-eight years old was anybody’s guess, but he was never one to listen to anyone else’s advice.
So off he’d went and had a damn heart attack in the middle of the climb. I hadn’t seen him the week he left and that was a sore point for me. For all that we had our differences the old guy was just about my favorite person in the world.
He’d wanted me to go into the family business, but I’d had other ideas. From the time I was a young man I was fascinated with car racing, so as soon as I’d fulfilled my obligation of going to college, I’d taken off for parts unknown.