Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
The following week, Kenzie grabs my arm and pulls me into the office before I can speak. “I’m going to need more details.” I pry her hand from my arm and set my purse under the desk.
“Your neighbor. The guy with the great hair?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s with another girl.”
“And?” I plop into the desk chair and grab the mouse, clicking on the mail inbox.
“I thought he had a thing for you. What happened? I mean, he paid me fifty dollars to make you believe he was paying a thousand for you to spot him.”
“Wait … what?”
A cringe wrinkles her face. “Sorry. It seemed like no big deal at the time.”
“To lie to me?” I swivel in the chair and shoot her a look that she doesn’t want if she knows what’s good for her.
She shrugs. “Sorry.”
“Did you give the money to the gym?”
“Um … well …”
“Did he pay for a day pass?”
“Oh, yeah.” She sighs like that’s my only concern and I won’t report her to Linda. “He bought a year membership. The fifty was for me.”
I narrow my eyes. We are not finished, but I have something else I need to do first. After brushing past her, I scan the gym for Eric. My gaze snags on the first shirtless guy; of course, it’s him. He’s watching a girl climb. As I get closer, I notice it’s the employee from his shop.
Stepping behind him, I clear my throat and find a stiff smile.
He turns. “Hey.”
“A word, please.”
After a slight pause and narrow-eyed inspection of me, he turns back toward the wall. “Harper, I’ll be right back.”
I lead him to the single-stall restroom, peek inside, and nod for him to follow me when I see it’s empty. I lock the door and ball my hands when the door closes behind us. “You owe this gym a thousand dollars.”
It takes a few seconds for things to register, then he grins. “Nine hundred and fifty.”
“A thousand. Kenzie kept your bribe, asshole. And you wasted an hour of my life.”
“You look really pretty today. And I miss you.” His attention drifts to my mouth.
“You know … it’s funny how you lied about paying this gym a grand for my service, but you couldn’t lie about how much you detested a book.”
“It’s just a—”
I shake my head. “No. I’m so tired of everyone saying it’s just a book. If it were just a book, then why not say something nice or not say anything at all? Why not show a little respect for my opinion and the opinions of other people in the group who like the book? Don’t act like you’re a saint for telling the ‘truth’ about just a book, then turn around and lie to spend time with me. One word …” I hold up a finger. “You ended us with one word.”
“You told me to say it.”
“Not that word!” I rub my temples.
“Freya said there was no right or wrong answer.”
“Freya lied!” Yes, I’m pissed off. I’m not mad that he doesn’t like the book. I’m angry because I like him so much it’s hard to focus and he doesn’t like the book. Separately, I could deal with either thing, but not together.
Eric’s brows fly up his forehead, and his head snaps backward. After several silent seconds, his shock settles into something …
Something that makes the hair on my skin stand erect.
Something that arrests all of my thoughts.
Those piercing eyes go from wide to tiny little slits. “I think I know what you need.”
“N-no … I don’t think you do. In fact—”
Fuck! NOOOOO!
He kisses me. Number one rule to breakups: NO. MORE. KISSING!
He’s terrible at breaking up.
Terrible at leaving his lips off mine.
Terrible at knowing when to lie and when to tell the truth.
Eric Fucking Steinmann …
I’m an addict, and he’s an enabler. When I die of bad decisions, it will be his fault. In the meantime, I let him kiss me because I like nearly everything about him.
I kiss him back. God … I love kissing him.
He shoves his hand down the front of my leggings and panties. I try to protest, but I’m already too high.
Not too high to think about his hand covered in chalk.
He’s shoving his chalk fingers into my vagina!
And … I’m letting him.
How will I explain this to my gyno guy?
So much explaining to do …
Pissed-off Anna.
Shirtless Eric.
A kiss.
Chalk fingers in the vagina.
Painful fumbling to free one of Anna’s legs from her leggings.
Eric plants Anna’s bare ass on the edge of the sink.
Cock exposed.
Cock in now, chalky vagina.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The fastest orgasm record is broken.
And I’m thinking in the third person, which I do when I feel out of control—like something’s not happening to me. I am too controlled to let something this irresponsible happen while on the clock, but that Anna girl … has issues.
I can’t let go of him. It’s his labored breath and mine. My arms around his neck and my mouth pressed to his shoulder—teeth withdrawing from his skin. Eric’s grip on my spread thighs eases a little, but he stays inside me. I don’t want him to move. I could walk around all day with Eric’s dick between my legs and never complain.