Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Despite that, I can’t stop seeing her naked body in my mind. It’s like it’s playing on an endless loop. I’m not sure if walking into that bathroom when I did was the best or worst stroke of luck I’ve ever had. It’s crazy. The one thing I know for sure is that I’ve never had such a primal reaction to any woman before. I’ve never wanted anybody as instantly as I wanted Sierra when I walked through that door and saw her standing there, naked and dripping wet.
Doing my best to push those thoughts of her out of my head, I polish off my beer, then get on my feet to grab another one when there’s a knock on the door. I set the empty bottle down on the table, walk over, open it, and then pause when I find Sierra standing there.
All I can feel is disappointment that she’s wearing clothes.
“Hey,” she says.
“You’re dressed,” I say. “What a pity.”
Her cheeks turn red, but she laughs. “Don’t be a perv.”
“I am what I am,” I reply. “Please. Come on in.”
As she passes me, I can’t help but sneak a peek at her glorious, heart-shaped ass. Her jeans frame it perfectly, but seeing it without her pants was even better. It’s taking all the strength I have in my body to not reach out and grab that sweet, soft, round little ass with both hands. I close the door and follow her into the living room. She’s looking around and standing with her arms folded over her full breasts, which are also perfectly displayed beneath her tight shirt.
“Nice place,” she says. “It’s cleaner than I expected.”
“What? You think I’m a pig?”
She grins. “No, but I know you’re a bachelor.”
“That’s such a stereotype,” I tell her. “For your information, I don’t like filth or chaos. I prefer a tight, clean ship, thank you very much.”
“I can see that. Everything is so clean and organized; it’s like type-A heaven in here.”
“Like I said, I am what I am.”
She looks pointedly at my bookcases. “You’ve got a lot more books than I expected.”
“What? You don’t think I read?”
“As best I recall, you never read much before. You were always way more into sports and cars,” she replies.
I shrug. “Things change. I’m still into sports and cars. But now I read a lot. I’ve found that life is all about balance, kid.”
“You’re a regular renaissance man.”
“Yes, I am. I can even cook now.”
“Wow,” she says. “You’ve mastered the microwave, have you?”
I laugh. “It’s funny. I don’t remember you being such a little smartass.”
“It’s like you said, things change.”
“I suppose so.”
We stand in the middle of the living room, staring at each other in silence for a minute, the air between us thick and awkward. I’m not sure if she’s just here to give me shit or what, so I flash her a grin and raise my eyebrows. She returns the gesture, making me laugh.
“So, is this payback or something?” I ask.
“What are you talking about?”
“For bursting into the bathroom on you,” I say. “Did you need me to get naked in front of you to even the score?”
My hands move down to my belt, and her face turns a neon shade of red as she laughs nervously. She can’t quite stop her gaze from drifting to my crotch, though, and I can see the curiosity in her eyes. Or maybe I just want to see that.
“Oh my God, stop. No,” she says with a girlish giggle. “Stop being a perv.”
“You sure? I can—”
Still giggling, she covers her eyes with a hand. “Don’t you dare pull your pants down.”
“I kind of think you want me to.”
“I don’t,” she says.
We both laugh with each other, breaking that awkward tension between us. “So, what’s up?” I ask. “Did you just stop by to make fun of how I keep my place?”
She laughs. “No. That’s just an added bonus.”
“Oh, well, I’m glad I can amuse you.”
“Me too,” she replies. “Anyway, what were you doing in Derek’s place?”
“I told your brother I’d do some work on the bathroom while he was abroad.”
“Why would you need to work on his bathroom?”
“This is my building. I’m your brother’s landlord,” I tell her. “It’s my job to fix things.”
“You what?”
“This was my dad’s building, and he left it to me when he passed. He left me a few of his buildings,” I tell her. “So, I maintain the buildings and do guest bartending spots around town. So, yeah, fixing your brother’s bathroom is my job.”
She frowns. “Derek told me he’d passed, and I never got to send my condolences. I’m really sorry, Slater. I know you two were close.”
“Thank you.”
“But now I understand how my brother can afford this place.”
“Do you really think I give him a break on the rent?”
“Actually, yeah. I do. You’ve always been good to him,” she says with a smile that does terrible things to me.