Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
And he’d accomplished it all on his own.
Pride filled him and he pulled out his cell phone. He couldn’t wait to tell the boys, but first he needed to check the class list.
Before dialing, he diverted to the bulletin board where notices were posted along with the new schedule for each week. He took a quick picture of it while he tried to remember the work schedules of every member.
On the way home, he called Ansel and they came up with a plan.
Chapter Four
That night, after he’d hung his laundry and eaten dinner, Driver muted the television every time he heard someone in the hall. It wasn’t until close to ten that he spotted a glimpse of Tam through the peephole.
After finding her panties mixed with his clothes, he’d thought about putting them in an envelope and slipping them under her door. But that seemed stalkerish and weird. A dozen different scenarios had come to him, but everything came off as creepy in his mind.
Best to be straightforward, even if it had the potential to blow up in his face. He grabbed the panties from where he’d hung them to dry and fingered the soft material. Damn, but it was sexy as hell imagining Tam in them. He lifted them to his nose and cursed the double wash that had stripped them of any scent.
Yes, he was fully aware of how perverted that was. He didn’t care.
Especially since part of him wanted to forget all about giving them back.
At least they were the perfect excuse to see Tam again. Hello, opportunity, thanks for coming. Maybe this time he could figure out where he’d gone wrong.
Not to brag, but he rarely failed when it came to getting laid. If he set his eyes on someone they were usually in his bed within an hour. Or up against a wall. Or bent over the sink in the bar’s bathroom. Hell, one time he’d even managed to fuck on the back of a moving pickup truck.
People said it was his disarming humor and good looks, but he liked to think it was pure skill.
It pricked his ego that Tam hadn’t fallen for his crap. He didn’t deal well with rejection. Especially since he’d seen a glimmer of interest in her eyes.
He shoved the panties into his pocket and crossed the hall to knock on her door. It was late enough that their closest neighbors would likely either be out or sleeping. Good, Driver didn’t want to be distracted by potential walkers-by. No disturbances. This time he needed to concentrate if he was going to succeed in luring the girl-next-door into bed. Funny thing was, as much as he wanted to sleep with her, he also wanted to know what kind of person she was. What made her tick?
Last night she’d been both shy and brazen. The crazy unlikely combination stirred his interest. Even if she insisted at keeping him at arm’s length and locking him in the friend-zone, he still wanted to get to know her.
“Just a second,” Tam’s sultry voice called from inside.
Driver tucked both thumbs into his pockets and waited. A moment later the door swung open.
“You were fast—” Tam cut off mid-sentence, and those doe eyes popped. “Shit.”
“Uhhhh.” Holy fuck.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
How the hell had he missed the clues?
Driver was dumbfounded. Completely and utterly without words. In fact, he was pretty sure his mouth was hanging open. Not only that, but his heart was ripping through his chest like a jackhammer through solid rock. Yeah, and his cock was currently waking right the fuck up.
Damn. Everything shifted in Driver’s mind in the blink of an eye and all because Tam had opened the door in nothing but a towel, water droplets clinging to skin still rosy from the shower. Tam’s body was on display and Driver wanted to take it all in. Everything was flat and hard, pecs, six-pack, and even the sculpted V that disappeared beneath the terrycloth.
Virile. So very, deliciously virile.
“Shit,” Tam said again, trying to cover his bare chest with an arm. “I thought you were someone else.”
“Clearly.” One word. Good, that was progress. It didn’t matter that it had come out gruff and barely recognizable.
Tam lifted his chin. “What do you want?”
Driver tugged at his hair. “I had a reason. Gimme a second.”
Tam scoffed. “Give me a break. Does my lack of tits really freak you out that much?”
That pulled Driver’s focus away from Tam’s intriguing body, tit-less though it might be, and onto Tam’s red-tinged face. “What? No.”
“Right.” Tam rolled his eyes.
“I’m anything but freaked.” He adjusted his cock baldly and smiled when Tam’s blush grew.
“Oh, I thought—” Tam’s face scrunched adorably. “You’re gay?”
Did that mean Tam identified as male?
“Nope. My sexuality is more...yes, please!” He let those words sink in as his gaze lingered over Tam’s developed muscles and lean frame. Everything he’d found attractive in Tam last night was doubly so now. That grace, that innocence? It was so fucking rare to find, especially in a man.