Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“A great day,” she muttered. “Not likely.” It’s hard to have a great day when she couldn’t stop obsessing over the life-changing orgasm Lock gave her hours ago and how she fled the scene of the crime like a dirty criminal before returning the favor.
She loved a good orgasm. Who didn’t? But, holy hell, she honestly didn’t know it could be that good. She’d always written people off when they bragged about having a full-body, mind-melting orgasm that left them feeling like a puddle of goo and craving more. One that made her vision go white and her ears buzz.
But it had happened to her in the early hours of the morning.
With Lock. An outlaw biker. In the middle of his hallway. After she’d punched her ex and he’d done God knew what to Oliver.
Oh, and while his baby slept in the nearby room.
“Argh,” she grumbled as she thunked her head against the desk several times. “Work. Do more work. Must distract myself.”
She grabbed her list and crossed Call Marlene off with a flourish. “Next is… oh shit.” Her heart sank. “Send Liv an estimate.”
Great. Just when she’d been trying her hardest to avoid the thought of anything or anyone who’d remind her of Lock.
“Might as well get it over with.” A few clicks of her keyboard later, she had the rough estimate for the women’s shelter pulled up on her computer. After a final scan, she fired it off in an email to Liv. “Don’t be a chickenshit,” she said, staring at her phone.
The thing rang, making her jolt so hard she bumbled the phone.
“Jesus,” she shouted, as she managed to keep the phone from falling. She pressed her hand to her runaway heart. Liv’s name flashed on the screen. “Seriously? Could she freakin’ hear me? Hey, Liv,” she said in as chipper a voice as she could manage after hitting the speaker button. “I was just about to call you.”
“Girl, we must be connected. I’m sure you’re calling because you have business to discuss, but first, how are you after this morning?”
Brenna paused. How on earth did Liv know? Did Lock tell her? And what could he have said? Her face burned with a mix of embarrassment and the same renewed lust that cropped up anytime she remembered his hands on her.
Or in her.
Dammit.
“Bren? You okay? I assume all this shit with your ex has you all messed up today.”
“Ohhh.” She huffed a laugh. “You’re asking about Oliver.”
“Of course. What did you think I was talking about?”
She wasn’t going there unless she had to. “Uh, nothing. Sorry, my brain is a little slow today. Coffee must not be working.”
Liv chuckled. “I know how that goes. Listen, hon, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll finish our workdays, then get together for some girl time. Drinks, junk food, the works, okay?”
“Oh, um…” She didn’t want to be rude, but spending time with those ladies was a terrible idea. But they were so lovely. Being her clients added an extra layer of complication. She really liked them and would have loved to be friends if it wasn’t for the fact that she needed to stay far, far away from Lock after this morning.
“Come on, you know you want to.”
Oh, what the hell. Peer pressure for the win. It wasn’t like Lock would be at their girls’ night. Maybe a night out would be the perfect distraction. “Okay, I’m in.”
“Yay.”
She heard noises that sounded like Liv was jumping as she cheered.
“I’ll text you the details on where and when to meet. K?”
“Perfect. And before you go, I wanted to let you know I emailed a very rough estimate for the shelter based on the design plans we’ve discussed so far. It will change as we get into the nitty-gritty of choosing specific materials, furniture, and such. When you get a chance, please give it a look through. If you have any questions, call me any time. If not, you can E-sign, and we’ll be official.”
“Thanks, Bren. We really appreciate how quickly you got to work on this. I’m not worried about the estimate. I’ll sign it as soon as we hang up. Seriously, none of us can wait to get started on the interior.”
Neither could she. This would be her biggest and most lucrative project to date, not to mention how amazing this was for her professional portfolio. They were giving her a very long leash on the design, and her creative side rejoiced at the opportunity. If only all her clients could sign an estimate without worrying about the budget. If only she could live her life that way. She chuckled to herself, then bid her goodbyes to Liv with another promise to join the ladies that evening.
Next on her list was an in-person appointment at an outdated dental office she’d been hired to modernize. The busy morning passed without a hitch, and by the time she pulled into her favorite sandwich shop to grab a late lunch, she’d forgotten her promise to meet the girls for drinks.