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)
“Yeah. Thanks for catching me.” He gives me a sexy grin showing off a pair of perfect white teeth.
“Always love.” I blush. He lets me go and I instantly miss his arms around me. I hear a bark of laughter.
“Oh my God, what happened here?” Adelaida, my best friend and business partner, says walking around the corner. It is only then that I remember that we are standing in the middle of over a hundred dildos. I can’t help but giggle. I just almost had my first kiss in the middle of a whole lotta cocks. He seems to notice, and he gives a low chuckle.
“I would love to go to lunch but I need to clean this up first.” Beau grins.
“Here, let me help,” he replies, bending down to grab some rubber dicks. I look over to Adel as she mouths “holy fucking shit yum.” She points to his ass then gives me a thumbs up. I blush scarlet. She grins when he stands back up, his arms are full. “Where would you like me to put these, chérie? If you would like I can come back after lunch and make you a new shelf, one that will hold all of your products.” He flushes and looks a little nervous that I might say no and I can't help thinking he looks adorable.
“I would love your help, but I don't know how I could repay you.” He shakes his head.
“Come to lunch with me and we can just call it even.” I grin.
“Deal. Follow me I have a back room.”
“Hey Elle, after he drops his load off, y’all can go. I can watch the shop.”
“Thanks, Adele.” I take him to the back office then we make our way to the front to grab my purse. I introduced her to Beau then we are on our way.
Lunch ended up being an hour and a half. After some red beans and rice, we went to the hardware store and Beau had me pick out the shelves that I wanted. While we were there, he got the new faucet for the bathtub and a few other things for the house.
When we got back to my shop, he got to work while I started putting some of the new stuff that I had ordered out. I tried not to watch him as he made sturdier shelves for my shop, but my eyes kept wandering to him. His huge muscles bulge when he moves the wood, and the way he uses a hammer? Sweet Jesus! He is hot as fuck. I have been in a constant state of need all day, wishing he was using all those hard muscles and working up a sweat with me instead of the shelves. After a long day at work with Beau there, I am primed and ready to jump his bones. After a quick goodbye, and an overly flirtatious thank you, I make a hasty exit before I make an ass out of myself.
When I get to my car, I try to start it, but it won’t turn over. I try again, then rest my head against the steering wheel. Fuck me. I look up when I hear a knock on my window that causes me to jump.
“You alright, love?” I hear Beau’s muffled voice through the closed window.
“My car won’t start,” I comment. He opens my door for me.
“Come on, chérie, I’ll take you home.”
“Okay, thank you. Thank you again for all of your help at the shop today. I don't know what I would have done without you there.”
“Don't mention it, love. I am happy to help.”
How the hell am I supposed to resist falling in love with the man who seems to be determined to make my life easier?
Chapter Five
Beau
I hate seeing her so distressed. From the moment I first saw her, I knew my life’s mission was making sure she is taken care of. More than that, I already feel so connected to her and never want to let her out of my sight. Helping her out of her car, I take her by the hand, leading her to my truck. Once she is situated, we make the short trip to her place.
“Thanks again, Beau. I really appreciate it,” she tells me again.
“No thanks needed, chérie. Besides, you shouldn’t be driving a death trap like that rust bucket.”
“Lola is not a death trap,” she says in mock outrage. “But I will admit that she has seen better days.” Her lilting laughter goes straight to my balls. The whole fucking day has gone straight to my balls if I am being honest. Seeing her in her element, full of confidence, was the biggest turn-on of my life.
“You named your car Lola?” I ask, chuckling.
“Doesn’t she look like a retired showgirl who let it all go?” she asks, totally serious.