Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Then, on the way down to the main clubhouse, Rebel held his daughter while Willow was serving up breakfast. He didn’t know who to ask first, but seeing as Willow kept glancing toward him, he figured she knew something.
Cathy had snuck out. That wasn’t exactly news to him. Waking up alone with just the scent of her told him she’d snuck out. She’d also said Willow could tell him where she lived, in case he wanted to find her.
He didn’t understand why she didn’t wake him up. They could have enjoyed round four, or was it five? He lost count of the number of orgasms he had last night.
Now, as he pulled into her very nice neighborhood, he drove down to the bottom corner, and he knew it was her house. There were a few lights and some decorations, and her house was nice. It was a house designed for a family.
Parking next to what he assumed was her car, he turned off the ignition and made his way toward her front door. He was pretty sure there were several neighbors twitching their curtains right about now. He didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Let them think whatever shit they wanted to. The only person he was interested in was Cathy.
And she opened the door seconds later. “Brick,” she said.
One half of her face was covered in makeup. She looked strange, but then he’d seen a lot of even stranger shit, so it didn’t bother him.
“You snuck out,” he said.
“And you came here.” There was a smile on her lips.
“You want to tell me what is going on?” he asked, pointing at her face.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the delivery guy. I had a notification that I’ve got a package coming.” She stepped out of the way and allowed him to enter. “It’s not weird or anything. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Brick frowned but followed her through to what he assumed would be her garage, only it was like he’d stepped inside a beauty supply store or a salon, or both. He’d been to places with cameras set up, but most of the time, porn was being filmed. Not this woman. She had a desk, a couple of ring lights, and there was an assortment of products on her.
“I was filming a video for my vlog. I do beauty.” She stepped up to the table, and he watched as she took a bottle, spritzed some on a cloth, and then wiped her face, removing the makeup.
Cathy turned toward him with a smile.
“Willow told you where I lived?” Cathy asked.
“I didn’t follow you. As soon as I realized you had left, I went looking. Why did you sneak out?” he asked.
“I, uh, I’ve never done the morning-after thing. I’m not exactly sure what the protocol is. I didn’t want to worry you and make you think I was some clingy woman.”
The irony was that Brick wanted her to cling. He wanted her to stick with him, to hang onto him. And yet, the first woman he wanted that from was happy to give him space, to not seem too desperate. Did Cathy even realize she was the perfect woman?
“Do you enjoy doing this?” he asked, taking an interest in what she did.
Cathy frowned and then nodded. “Yeah, I do. I mean, it’s a lot of fun and I do enjoy it.” She pressed her lips together. “I started doing this in high school.” She walked toward the far side of the room and pointed at a shelf full of notebooks. “I earned pocket money, and I’d buy the latest item, practice with it, and review it. It took me until I was eighteen to set up my channel and have the guts to start filming. I’m not going to lie, my first video is very cringey and I was so nervous. I also think I was out of breath, but I got through it, and I’ve been doing it ever since. I also write for a few beauty websites and magazines.” She shrugged. “This is what I do.”
“I didn’t want you to leave,” he said.
“No?”
He shook his head. “Trust me, this is new for me. I’m usually a fuck-and-leave-them kind of guy. I’ve spent a great deal of time on the road, but I don’t know, there’s something different about you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“True, but there’s nothing to stop us from getting to know each other,” he said. “What have you got planned for this Christmas?”
“In two weeks?”
“Over the next two weeks and leading into New Year?” he asked. Brick didn’t have a fucking clue what he was doing, but he knew he didn’t want to spend it away from Cathy. He liked her, even if she liked to paint half her face with makeup for a video.
“I’ve actually got no plans,” she said.