Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Since when! She takes more mental health days than a psych patient off their meds. I listened until she said the words, you’re hired before turning around to leave. My dick hadn’t gone down by so much as half an inch since our run-in. If Justine found it strange that she’d been hired right away, I wouldn’t know, but I did get a text from Janelle while I was in the elevator telling me that I owed her lunch and where I was getting it from. Damn woman.
That night I’d talked Tyler’s ears off about Justine until he smirked at me like a know it all teenager. “So, when am I going to meet my new mom?”
“What the hell, Ty, I’m just saying I met someone.”
“Exactly, in ten years, how many of your ahem, partners have you told me about?”
My face reddened as his words sunk in. He was right; she was the first. No matter how I tried playing it off after that, he wouldn’t budge from his stance. Boy knows me too well. He pestered the hell out of me, asking me questions I didn’t have the answers to. I know he was just trying to look out for me, worried that his dad would suffer the same heartbreak again.
I spent the next five and a half days pacing the floors and counting down the hours until her first day at work. That first Monday, I must’ve gone to work two hours before I needed to be there. I guess I was afraid she wouldn’t show up.
I’d gone over Janelle’s interview questions and knew that she’d just moved to town and was divorced with a teenage daughter. According to her, the ex-husband was well out of the picture, something Janelle finessed out of her with her nosy ass.
That morning when she came in, it hadn’t taken her long to place me as the guy from the elevator, and it took her a good two days to stop blushing over that shit. I started working on her right away; sexual harassment suits be damned. I didn’t cross any lines, but let it be known that I was interested.
I kept a respectful distance until I saw the first crack in her resolve and then moved in for the kill. I wore her down so much that within two months, I was calling Janelle and telling her she could have six months leave instead of three with pay, of course, and she’d laughed her ass off.
“That good, huh! You be careful you hear me? If you’re in the market to give away half your shit for being stupid, I’m more than willing to help you out with that. You got off easy with that ex-hag of yours, but this time you’ll lose half your shit for sure if you find another lemon.” That was her way of telling me she cared.
As much as I was into Justine, I didn’t introduce her to Tyler until the third month that we were dating. We’d passed my use-by date, and I still hadn’t had enough. If I were a horny SOB, I would’ve said it was because of the fact that she hadn’t let me fuck yet, but that wasn’t it. There was just something about her that made me want to wrap her up in cotton balls and keep her safe; after I fuck her to within an inch of her life, of course.
I took her out on dates, peppered her with questions, and all in all, was a very attentive boyfriend in the making. She seemed surprised by the smallest gestures, which blew my mind because she was in her mid-thirties. That was until our third month when she opened up about her ex and what he’d done to her and their child.
I wanted to hunt the asshole down and take him apart with my bare hands, but in the end, I realized that had he not been such a fuck up, she and I would never be. Even though we hadn’t fucked, she had all the qualities I was looking for in a woman; sweet giving and honest to a damn fault.
We spent our days at the office and our nights out on the town at some restaurant or theater show. I fucked her the first time in my office. She’d come in to lay some paperwork on my desk, and I don’t know what happened, but the next thing I knew, she was on my lap with her shirt and bra removed and her nipple between my teeth.
I didn’t even bother undressing her, just lifted her skirt around her ass, tore her panties out of the way, and sat her on my cock, which I’d just wrestled out of my slacks. Her pussy was tight as fuck, which just solidified my belief that she was the one for me. I got my ring on her finger the very next day and haven’t looked back since.