Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“You okay, Beau? You haven’t said anything in a while and you have a weird look on your face,” Em says snapping her fingers in my face. I didn’t even notice she has sat back down on the couch.
“I am fine, Em. Don’t worry.”
“You staying?”
“Yeah. My apartment sucks. I am not ready to buy another house.”
“Well, you are welcome to stay here, big bro,” she says.
“Thanks, Em. I appreciate it. I just need to figure out my next move.”
“Good luck, bro,” she says grabbing the remote and turning the tv back up. I get up and head to her fridge.
“You want anything?” I ask, nosing around.
“I’m good, but help yourself,” she replies, turning back to the TV.
I know I said I wasn’t hungry, but she has some leftover pizza and beer and I find there is always room for pizza and beer.
Eventually, she goes to bed and I flip to a movie before I settle down on the couch to sleep. First thing in the morning, I am going to head over to my girl's boutique because the name intrigues me. Then, I will finish up her faucet. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
What could go wrong with that?
Chapter Four
Eleanor
“Ow, fuck,” I groan rubbing my elbow then look down at all of the dildos in all different shapes and sizes that just fell on the floor right along with the shelf I just hit my elbow on. Who the fuck decided to call it a funny bone? Motherfucker hurts like a bitch when you hit it. This is Beau’s fault. With all of his sexy muscles and tattoos, I think to myself while I survey the damage on the floor. Okay, maybe it’s just me but I have never felt this way about a man before. I haven't been able to get him out of my head since last night. Then I fell asleep and he starred in a rather in-depth sex dream that left me hot, sweaty, and tangled up in my sheets when I woke up. The bell rings above the front door indicating that someone has just come in. I turn around to see the man I have been fantasizing about is standing in the doorway of my little shop with a slack jaw and a hungry look in his eyes. He’s holding a big bouquet of purple roses with yellow daisies in it. He's wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark jeans hung low on his narrow waist. They cling to his impressive thigh muscles. He’s completed the look with a pair of work boots that look well used.
Damn, I'd like to be well used by him.
I can see some of his tattoos through his white shirt and I swear it takes everything in me not to drool. Fuck me. He is sex on a stick. I blush at my own thoughts. “Hi, Beau. What are you doing here?” I ask. He runs his hungry gaze slowly over my body. His eyes widen when he sees that I am standing in the middle of a fuck ton of dildos. He stares at them for a few seconds, then clears his throat looking back up at me.
“These are for you. I wanted to see if you would like to have lunch with me?” he asks, handing me the flowers. I take them and hold them up against my chest.
"No one has ever bought me flowers before. Thank you." I sigh smelling the heady aroma of them.
"Well, that's a damn shame. A gorgeous woman like yourself should be pampered with flowers. Although I do have to admit I am glad I am the first. I want to be all your firsts," he says stepping closer to me. I bite my bottom lip and look up into his dark chocolate eyes. "How about that date, chérie?" His voice is like a smooth whiskey. He cups my jaw and gently tugs my lip free then lightly runs his thumb over it. I gasp loving the feel of his calloused thumb caressing my lower lip. Holy fuck balls, with him so close to me he seems even bigger. His wide shoulders blocking out the sun, my head only coming to his hard chest. I have to tilt my head back just to keep looking into his intense stare. Next to him, I feel dainty and small. Damn, I can't help picturing what all those hard muscles would feel like against my softness. Fuck he’s only touched my lip and I am already weak in the knees.
I take a deep breath trying to remember the question he asked me but can’t for the life of me. The door to the shop opens and l let out a shaky breath. He drops his hand taking a deep breath as well. I take a step back, trying to get my bearings only to trip over a rather large dildo. I squeak in surprise and feel myself falling. Beau is there in an instant, wrapping his thick, strong arms around me, pulling me flat against his magnificent body. My hands land on his hard pecs. “You alright, chérie?” I take another deep breath trying to get my hormones in check which was a bad idea. Oh, sweet mother Mary! He smells good too, like sex and sin, also something uniquely him.