Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I follow her into the bathroom and see water on the floor beneath the sink. I go over to it and notice one of the fittings is loose.
“Yup, you’ve got a loose pipe here,” I say, tightening it with my wrench. “Nothing that can’t be easily fixed–”
I turn to give her the thumbs up and see Beatrice standing behind me completely naked, her dress on the floor, smiling seductively at me.
“I knew I didn’t just hire you for your looks.”
I avert my eyes and quickly grab a rag to mop up the water.
“Uh, Mrs. Parks, if that’s all you needed…”
She steps closer, and I notice she’s wearing perfume. She reaches out and gently slips two fingers below my chin in a caress that lifts my gaze so I’m staring into her eyes, which are filled with lust like some sort of female predator.
Despite being the rather ruthless alpha that she is, and approaching fifty, Beatrice is actually quite good looking for her age, and I know many guys who would find this scenario hot as hell. I, however, am not one of them.
I want her niece.
“There was more I had in mind,” she whispers in a voice I guess she thinks is sexy but comes off as more like she’s trying to sound like she’s starring in a porno.
She shakes her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle. I’m a guy, so my eyes just automatically go to them out of pure reflex.
“Nice, aren’t they? They do this new fat transfer procedure that just makes them look so natural.”
“Miss Parks, you’re my employer, and I just think we shouldn’t–”
“I saw you talking with my niece out there,” she says, her voice suddenly tense. “She’s never had a boyfriend. Did you know that?”
An excitement awakens inside me. My cock grows even harder, having absolutely nothing to do with the naked woman in front of me attempting to seduce me.
“And us older women, we’re just so much more comfortable in our sexuality, you know? We’re the ones you want to be with. Not some young, inexperienced little girl.”
This is not how today was supposed to go. I was supposed to be at least talking with Sky, not stuck in a scenario with my employer that could potentially cost me my job.
I look up into her eyes, flashing down at me as she squats down over my legs, her lips glistening with gloss.
“So what’ll it be, handsome?”
3
SKYLAR
ONE WEEK LATER…
What an absolute nightmare of a day.
I stare up at the cracked and yellowed ceiling of my bedroom, feeling sorry for myself.
As if these Sunday brunches couldn’t get any worse, now I have to go to Beatrice’s every week knowing I’m going to see Cade but not be able to go near that tall, muscled, unbelievable body of his. It’s like an extra layer of torture has been added onto an already awful situation.
I barely even caught a glimpse of him today after suffering through more of my aunt’s chit-chat, but from the little I saw, he looked just as sexy as he did last week if not more.
He was wearing worn blue jeans with rips all over them. I could see his legs were tan too, which made me wonder if he sometimes worked in shorts or if he laid out like I do sometimes when it’s nice out and I want to do some drawing outside. But then I laughed to myself.
Cade? Laying out like some kind of Italian model drinking mimosas by the beach? Fat chance.
He probably just wears shorts when he’s working on his house, or maybe when he’s playing volleyball with the boys like Tom Cruise in Top Gun…
I’m getting turned on now picturing him without a shirt on, and that’s getting me super horny.
Lying in my bed, I slip my hand down into my sweats, remembering how strong and rough his hand felt when he held mine last week.
How would it feel now if he was rubbing me with it?
My heartrate quickens, and it suddenly feels hot in my room.
I pull back the top sheet and gulp down a breath as I picture Cade lying beside me, his enormous arms wrapped around me, one hand down my pants, touching me where it really counts…
“Skylar!”
A pounding at my door ruins the moment like a splash of cold water on my face. I quickly cover myself as my dad opens the door.
“Yeah, Dad!?”
“I’m hitting the sack. I’ve gotta get up early for work tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I smile awkwardly.
He turns to go, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but he stops and turns back and I go tense again.
“Say, isn’t it your first day at the parlor tomorrow?”
“Yup.” I nod. “First day of my apprenticeship.”
He smiles. I can see how proud he is. If he hadn’t just interrupted me having a very private moment to myself, I’d be able to appreciate it even more.