Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
The tension eases a bit in the afternoon, or at least I think it does. I cleaned up the kitchen, which included mopping the floors again, and then straightened what I could of the living room. Unfortunately, the furniture is mismatched and old, and the cabin itself is old too. There’s no way to get out some of the grime, even after I’ve scrubbed with all my might.
But Christian was true to his word. I could hear the shower running after breakfast, and he didn’t come out again afterwards, but he did crack open the door to the master bedroom. I figure it’s just a precaution. He might be on a zoom call without the ability to get up if I knock, so he wants the door open so that I can steal in like a mouse to use the bathroom if needed.
Of course, I had to use it, but it turned out fine. Christian wasn’t on a call, but I pushed open the door and caught sight of his massive form at a desk in the corner. He has an entire workstation set up with two monitors, not one, and his handsome face was furrowed with concentration as he scrutinized a bunch of flickering numbers. Quietly, I stole across the bedroom and let myself into the bathroom before using the facilities. Then, I washed my hands and came back out, without the grouch ever turning to look my way.
We had an uneventful dinner of hearty stew paired with thick Texas toast, and managed not exchange any harsh words during the meal, which is a total miracle. But now, with the dishes done, I clutch my toiletries in one hand before knocking hesitantly on the bedroom’s partially open door.
“Christian,” I call. “I need to take a shower. I haven’t showered since I’ve gotten here, and it would be nice. Is this a good time?”
At first, there’s no reply, but then a grunt sounds.
“Fine,” he says.
Hesitantly, I push open the door to see the CEO still at his desk, staring at his dual monitors.
“Thanks,” I mutter. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Then, I steal across the bedroom and into the bathroom before quietly shutting the door behind me. Blessedly, the bathroom has a heated floor, and if I’m not mistaken, a heated towel-rack as well. The water is piping hot and I let out a grateful sigh as it streams over my curves, the fragrance of my scented shampoo filling the small stall. This is obviously an awkward and unfortunate situation, seeing that my hunky ex-stepdad is right outside, but I have to make the best of it ... no matter what the mountain man does.
8
Christian
Emily is more than what I gave her credit for. I thought she’d reveal herself as a pampered brat, accustomed to the luxuries of the big city. But instead of complaining non-stop, she actually went to work. When I stepped out for dinner, I saw that she’d cleaned the cabin from top to bottom, scrubbing even the fronds of the big ceiling fan in the living room. The curvy girl’s also an incredible cook, and the stew that we had for dinner was mouth-wateringly delicious. My stomach growls now with appreciation because I don’t think I’ve ever had stew so good. It was a thick, stick-to-your-ribs concoction filled with hearty chunks of meat and cut-up root vegetables, and I have half a mind to ask her to pass on the recipe to my chef in Vegas.
So yes, the curvy girl is much more than what I anticipated. I thought she’d be a whiny princess, used to having her face glued to her phone while watching TikTok videos and reality TV shows. But instead, Emily’s made herself useful, and if anything, my time at the cabin is more comfortable because she’s here.
I stretch both arms over my head, cracking the bones in my shoulders and neck. Fuck, as a man in my forties, my body gets stiff sometimes. I’m still an athlete, don’t get me wrong, and adhere to a rigorous workout regimen that’s given me the sculpted build of a gladiator. But still, age catches up to everyone and I haven’t been immune.
But as I stretch, my chair rotates a bit and I accidentally glance in the direction of the attached bathroom. That’s when a fucking heart attack practically makes me fall to the ground because the door to the bathroom has come ajar. This cabin is old, and a lot of things don’t fit perfectly together. Floorboards creak, the walls curve, and random doors are always coming open, the bathroom door included.
My mouth drops as my cock stiffens because holy shit, I can see the curvy girl as she showers. Sure, my vision’s obscured by billowing wafts of steam, but I get a glimpse of Emily’s lush, nubile form. She’s humming a little as she soaps herself up, and I can make out the outline of a big breast, perfect in its teardrop shape, with the faint pink of her nipple visible. Her waist is small, and her hips wide, the perfect build for a woman. Her long blonde hair is wet, streaming down her back, and I have a vision of wrapping it around one big fist before pushing her down and entering her from behind.