Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“I’m partial to drip coffee,” she interrupted. “I buy it from the store in those huge jugs. And if I don’t finish it before it gets cold, I just put it on ice and make it an iced coffee.”
“That’s blasphemous.” Dima gasped in horror.
“It’s not that bad,” Brecken defended.
“The coffee in those tubs is so old that it might as well be expired. Once you taste the difference, you’ll change your mind,” Dima countered.
“I do agree with that,” Alexi said.
“Ms. Sweat, can I get a ride to school with you? When Dad takes me, he makes me ride in the back seat, and it’s embarrassing,” Roslyn queried.
I nearly choked.
Alexi made her ride in the back seat because the front seat wasn’t bulletproofed as well as the back.
That was also why he made me ride in the back seat.
“Sure, but I’m leaving in fifteen minutes. I have to help with crowd control in front of the office this morning to make sure that students aren’t loitering,” Brecken said with what sounded like her mouth slightly full.
I rounded the corner to find Alexi, Daniil, Ivan, Bogdan, Artur, Roslyn, Polina, and even fucking Lev at my kitchen table.
Polina was looking like her heart was completely full, having that many people to feed.
“There’s nothing wrong with sitting in the back seat,” Alexi defended himself.
“There is when your sixteen-year-old daughter can drive herself and you won’t let her. Then, when she’s being forced to be driven to school—because let’s just mention here that you won’t even let her take the bus—you make her ride in the back seat because the bulletproof armor is thicker in the back seat because there aren’t as many airbags,” she replied snarkily.
I moved until I was standing behind Brecken’s chair—she was sitting in my chair at the head of the table—and placed my hand on her head.
She looked up at me, and I dropped my mouth down onto hers, tasting the sweetness of peanut butter and jelly on her lips.
“PB&J?” I asked.
“Polina said that she made sure to find some dairy-free items for me to cook, and when I mentioned I was craving peanut butter and jelly, she came out here with these scrumptious waffles.” She pointed at them.
“They’re pretty fuckin’ good seeing as they have no dairy in them,” Daniil admitted.
“Shasha.” Lev stood up. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up, but everyone insisted I let you sleep because what I had to say wasn’t that important.”
My brows lifted as I moved to the side of Brecken’s chair, pulled it back, and lifted her out of her seat. Seconds later, I was depositing her in my lap and giving Lev my full attention.
I don’t know what I expected of Brecken, but her snuggling deeper into me wasn’t it.
I wrapped my arms around her small body and buried my face in her hair. “When do you have to leave?”
She sighed and looked up at me.
She smelled edible, and my cock was responding to her closeness.
She wiggled in my lap, then pushed out of it.
“Soon. I have to go find shoes,” she said. “We went to get them yesterday, but they disappeared, and I didn’t want to wake you up looking for them.”
I wished she would have.
“I’ll help you.” I stood and made eye contact with Lev who was looking quite perturbed. “Meet me in my office. I’ll be there as soon as she leaves.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, then sat back down to finish the breakfast he’d fully intended to leave behind.
The group started talking again as soon as we’d left, and by the time I made it up the stairs, she was already in my closet searching for her shoes.
I watched her bend down and pick up a pair of what looked like wedge heels.
“Those are going to be uncomfortable to wear all day,” I said as I watched her put them on.
They made her calves look incredible. The worn-out skinny jeans she was wearing looked incredible with the heels.
The shirt, a massive one that had more holes than full coverage fabric, left a lot to be desired though.
“Yeah, they’re gonna feel not all that great, but it’s all that I had other than that pair of shit-covered red sneakers in the farm truck.” She sighed. “I’m going to buy a new t-shirt at the office, though, so at least I’ll look a little bit dressy.”
That explained the outfit.
And the beautiful hair.
She stood up, giving me the full picture of what she was wearing, and my heart started to hammer.
I readjusted my dick in my pants, and she watched, her face flaming.
“What time do you get off today?” I drawled.
“Four if I’m lucky,” she grumbled. “Most likely five, though. The big bosses have no concept of time.”
She bent over, causing her t-shirt to gape open, and fluffed her hair, and I blanked out for a second.