Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
She didn’t wait for a response from me. She decided to abandon her meat and started to walk around me. I wasn’t the kind of guy that appreciated a woman walking away from him, or anyone for that matter, so I decided to say something that I thought would catch her interest.
“You know less about Luke than you think,” I said.
“I know exactly who he is,” Khloe retorted as she passed.
“You don’t know that he wants to bend you over,” I spat out.
There was a rattle to Khloe’s cart as she tripped over her own feet. The wheels screeched as she whipped it back around and turned to face me again.
“What?” she yelped. “You’re even crazier than I thought, Old Man.”
I snickered at the look of bewilderment on her face. I had her; hook, line, and sinker. “I’m crazy, but not about that.”
“How do you know that?” Khloe asked.
I shrugged. “I thought you had some meat to get to.”
Khloe pointed a finger at me. “I control your life for the next two weeks. You will tell me.”
I clenched my jaw. Khloe just didn’t realize how much of a tease she was. Telling me what I will and won’t do? I would love to show her exactly who was in charge between the two of us. There was more than one reason why that wasn’t a possibility, so I would at least settle for watching her squirm a bit more.
“I’ll tell you,” I said. “Meet me at my car outside after you’re done with your shopping. I’ll answer any questions you have.”
“You sound like a creep offering candy,” Khloe responded.
I grinned. “Then I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if you come to the unmarked white van.”
That time it was me who didn’t wait for a response. I pushed my cart away from her, smiling wide at the feeling of her eyes on me as I walked away. I finished grabbing my last few items, checked out, and brought them out to my red Dodge Charger. I leaned against the hood and took in the slightly cooler Texas air as I waited to see her leave the store. I knew she would come, but I anticipated she would stall a little bit; did she really want to know the truth about Luke?
Eventually, I saw her rolling her cart out of the store with a purpose. She was storming right towards me and, damn, that girl was too sexy for her own good. The shorts of the romper clung to her thighs until the fabric gave way to her smooth, milky skin, and her breasts were spilling out over the top of the v-neck of the top. I could see myself flat out ripping it off of her and replacing it later; she was a temptation on legs.
When she finally made it to my car, she jabbed a finger into my chest. “Out with it.”
I motioned my head back towards my car. “Get in.”
“Get in?!” she barked. “Next you’re going to ask me for my social security number.”
“Come on, stop being so dramatic. You want to know, don’t you? He’s a famous football player, I’m not gonna talk about him out in the open,” I explained.
Khloe looked around the parking lot of the grocery store and then finally rolled her eyes and walked around to the passenger side of the car. She climbed in, and for a brief moment I did imagine driving off immediately, taking her to my house, and having my way with her, but I abstained. The smell of a flowery lotion filled my car and reminded me how much I missed the general presence of a woman around me. I could only imagine the rest of the guys felt the same, most of all Luke. There was just something about having access to something sweet that Khloe was giving me intense desire to have.
“Okay, I played your weird grocery store secret game, I’m sitting in your car. Tell me about Luke,” Khloe demanded.
I laughed. “There isn’t much to tell. He’s got the hots for you. Bad.”
Khloe scoffed. “That’s a lie.”
“Believe me. I’ve seen enough of him nearly busting out of his pants to tell you with certainty. The man wants you bad. We all know it, even Kent, probably Anna too. The only one who doesn’t know it is you,” I explained.
I’d heard through the grapevine that Khloe and Luke had history, and not the good kind. He was a high school bully, and she was his victim. Hearing that he was attracted to her now had to be a bit odd.
“You’re positive?” Khloe asked.
“I’m not a liar,” I responded. “But listen, he would skin me alive if he knew that I told you. So because I told you, you have to promise to continue to play dumb.”