Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Only when I know he can’t see me do I look down at my feet and mumble out, “Dick,” before heading to the bathroom before leaving. I quickly pee and wash my hands before pulling open the door and then finally walk to the elevator. Pressing the button before looking up to see if it’s close, I watch the numbers climb up on the screen coming toward my floor. “I survived a full week.” I look over to make sure no one is around to hear me talk to myself. “I deserve a medal.” The ping of the elevator arriving makes me look up to the golden doors opening. I step in and press the P1 button before stepping to the side in case someone else gets in on the way down. The doors are closing as my phone beeps in my purse, and I’m fishing it out when a hand slips between the doors to stop it from closing.
It’s almost as if my body inwardly groans when I see the watch. I’d know that watch anywhere. The doors open back up and there he stands, the dick of my life. Caine. The minute his eyes find mine, I see them darken over. His jaw gets tight, and I can see the vein in his forehead start to throb. He steps in and his cologne hits me right away. Why does he smell so good? He should smell the way he acts, like an asshole.
I ignore him as I look down at my phone and see my brother just texted me.
Charlie: Due to land in an hour. Heads up! Grandpa Casey is joining us.
I put my head back and groan, not sure I’m doing it out loud or not.
“What’s the matter, frat party got canceled?” I hear from beside me and look over at him.
Instead of telling him to go fuck himself, I just nod my head. “Yes,” I reply, putting my hand to my chest, “and I was preparing for that wet T-shirt contest all week long.” I stomp my foot like a child would do. “All that work for nothing. Also, did you use an abbreviation?”
He ignores what I said and only sticks to the fact he thinks I was going to a party. “That’s why you can’t stay late?” he asks, and I tilt my head to the side, about to tell him that it’s none of his fucking business. The two of us have a stare down until the elevator doors open. I’m the one who looks away first when I take the four steps out of the elevator and head toward my SUV. The phone beeps again in my hand but I ignore it as I walk to my vehicle. I can hear his footsteps not too far behind me, and I make a mental note to park on the other side on Monday, or better yet, on a different floor. Maybe outside. Maybe around the block. I pull the car handle and the car unlocks. “That’s a safety hazard,” he says from behind the SUV.
“What?” I turn, now pissed that I’m letting him get to me.
He points at the back of the SUV that is overflowing with boxes. “You can’t even see when you are backing out,” he points out the obvious.
“Well, then I suggest you don’t stand behind the SUV.” I toss my bag into the passenger seat.
“Do you live in your SUV?” he asks me, and this is the most he’s spoken to me all week. After I made an official complaint with Loren about his inappropriate questions on what I do with my time that has nothing to do with work, his answers have been reduced to one or two words. Sometimes some grunts. I think once I brought him in his lunch and I heard a growl.
“Yes, I live in my SUV,” I answer him sarcastically. “I’m making extra money selling my feet pictures, but it’s been a slow month. My next step is OnlyFans.” I hold up my fingers and cross two of them. “Fingers crossed it takes off and I can be out of your hair.” His mouth hangs open, giving me the chance to end the conversation. I get into the SUV, and I can feel his eyes on me the whole time. I close my door, ignoring the need to look over at him and maybe flip him off before I pull out. I go through the motions of starting the SUV and then putting my seat belt on. I put the SUV in reverse and see he isn’t still standing behind the SUV. “Dick,” I mumble to myself as I pull out of the parking garage.
I make my way over to my apartment, instead of going to the hotel. I pull into the parking space before grabbing my purse and my carry-on luggage. I’m so excited, I’m almost giddy. I can’t wait. Living in a hotel for a week has been a nightmare. I’ve had to eat takeout all week long, then I had to do homework in the bed, it was just so uncomfortable.