Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
My grip on the glass in my hand tightened. I did not want a fucking mental picture of Jackson taking care of her needs. I didn’t want to think about her needs. “Good. Now, go home. It’s getting late,” I told her.
She tilted her head to the side and smirked at me. “I heard you were bossy in bed too,” she said.
“Then, whoever you’re getting your information from doesn’t know me because that’s not accurate,” I drawled, leaning back in the booth and crossing my hands over my chest.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I knew she was doing that shit on purpose, but my dick did not care. It was throbbing.
“So, you’re not bossy and controlling in bed?”
I shook my head. “I’m controlling and demanding when I fuck,” I told her. “And I don’t fuck in bed.”
Her lips made a small O, only making my cock jerk in response.
I had to get away from her.
Sliding out of the booth, I stood up, then glanced down at her. “I’m five years older than you, Shiloh. Keep your distance next time.”
I headed for the door when I heard her slide out of the seat. I didn’t look back, but shoved the door open and walked out.
When I saw her again two days later, I had Gina, Blaise’s stepsister, on her knees with her lips around my dick. Blaise was outside at the pool with a few friends he had over. I hadn’t been in the mood for a party tonight, but then I hadn’t known Shiloh would be there.
“I thought you didn’t fuck on beds,” she said, giving me a challenging look.
Gina stopped and turned to look at her. “Is she joining us?”
Fuck. Didn’t need that mental image with Shiloh standing right there.
“No. She’s a kid,” I said, “who needs to go away.”
Shiloh gave Gina an annoyed look, and then her eyes lifted to meet mine. “You could do better,” she told me.
This baby and her teeth. Fuck if it didn’t turn me on when she got nasty.
“You don’t have to pay for it,” she added.
Damn, she was brutal.
Gina started to get up as she glared at Shiloh. I pushed her back down, pressing my hand to the top of her head.
“She’s a baby. You can’t go claw her face off,” I told her while grinning at Shiloh.
“She called me a prostitute.”
“I know,” I said, shaking my head. “She’s just jealous.”
Shiloh’s eyes widened, and I knew I’d hit a nerve.
“You gonna watch and get some pointers or leave?” I taunted her, although the idea of her watching was gonna make me come a hell of a lot faster.
She slung her long, dark hair over her shoulder and glared at me. “No thanks. That’s something I don’t need a lesson in.”
She didn’t wait on a response before closing the door with more force than necessary.
I was going to come so fucking hard.
Seven
Shiloh
Present Day
Mentally and emotionally exhausted after dealing with a man who hated the sight of me all day, I did not want to cook anything when I got back to my apartment. I changed into a pair of jeans and a fitted black sweater before turning to leave. I didn’t have a car because driving wasn’t considered safe for me, due to the seizures. Even though it had been a long time since I’d had one. It still made me nervous to even take driving lessons. So, I’d chosen an apartment within walking distance to restaurants and a grocery store.
When I stepped back into the hallway, the door across from me opened, and I smiled, happy to see a friendly face. Wilder Jones had become my first friend when I moved back here. He’d helped me grocery shop the first time, taught me how to order the perfect burger, and showed me how to get streaming television, all within the first week of my meeting him. Wilder was in his early thirties and divorced. He had a six-year-old daughter, Sarah, who I always baked cookies or cupcakes with at least once every weekend she spent with her dad.
“Where are you headed?” he asked, leaning against his doorframe.
“To eat. Wanna come?”
“Pizza?” he asked.
“Half buffalo chicken and half cheeseburger,” I said, as if I even needed to tempt him with his favorite.
He’d go eat pizza any time of the day.
He winked, then reached inside and grabbed a coat before closing his door and coming to walk with me. “You worked later than usual,” he said. “Long day at the office?”
Wilder worked from home most of the time. He owned a media marketing company that dealt with the web. He knew my schedule better than me.
“Not exactly. I had to go take care of one of my uncle’s private patients. The ones he makes house calls to. Anyway, the patient doesn’t like me for reasons I do not know, and he doesn’t care that I don’t remember my former self. Uncle Neil is going to take over the job until he can get another nurse to go do it.”