Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The leak was very obviously coming from upstairs.
“Ma’am,” I said, my eyes on the man who was busy flipping through the channels from his seat on the sofa in the middle of the water. “Is there actually an emergency here?”
If she said that no one was hurt, I was going to push her into the water.
“He can’t get out,” she said. “He can’t swim.”
I looked down at the carpet that was clearly visible through the two feet of water in their living room.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked.
“No, I’m not joking! I’m being a hundred percent serious!” She cried. “There’s too much water there. I’d drown if I went to him. I’m so high right now that I don’t think I could get past the mote.”
The mote.
Right.
The woman was obviously on drugs.
I turned to PD, and he nodded.
“They’re outside,” he answered without me having to say anything.
“Get them inside then,” I said.
Then I turned and left, the headache that had started now beginning to pound worse, as I hurried out of the smoke infested house.
Un-fucking-believable.
***
Four hours later, I was well and truly exhausted.
I’d had less than four hours of sleep in the last forty-eight hours, and Mia still hadn’t replied to my text that I’d sent hours earlier.
I looked down at my phone, seeing the stupid box right under my message saying ‘read.’
I reread my text message to make sure I hadn’t said anything offensive.
Me: So I hear you’re looking for a single man…and here I am, offering myself on a silver platter.
That wasn’t offensive…was it?
Instead of worrying myself to death about it, though, I decided to go home in case she might actually answer me later on in the day.
I was too tired to deal with her anyway.
The only thing that could persuade me to go anywhere but to bed would be Mia’s naked body laying suggestively across my bed, and I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
I practically fell into bed when I arrived home and only woke once when I heard what sounded like a door opening and closing.
My brother came over from time to time to get away from his hoard of bad asses, so I wasn’t too worried about it.
And I should’ve been.
Hours later, when I woke up, it was to the smell of dinner cooking.
And that definitely meant it wasn’t my brother.
My brother didn’t do things like that for me.
If I was lucky, he’d replace the beer he drank…and usually that never happened either.
Then again, I didn’t do that for him, so I guessed we were even.
I rolled over onto my back and groaned, extending my arms up over my head in the most orgasmic stretch I’d ever felt.
My back popped along my spine, and I let out a huge, relieved breath.
“That sounded like it hurt,” Mia’s soft voice interrupted my stretch.
I opened one eye partially and stared at her.
“What’re you doin’ here,” I mumbled, staring blurrily at her. “And how’d you get in?”
My voice sounded like I’d swallowed some steel chains for my last meal, rusty as it was from disuse.
My eyes fell closed without my permission, and it was becoming harder and harder to open them again.
The sight of her in a short, black skirt that was flowy around her hips was burned on my retinas, however, making it impossible not to see her even with my eyes closed.
I was still angry with her, and it was really hard to stay mad about some personal ad when she wore skirts like the one she had on.
I reached for the comforter that’d fallen nearly all the way off the bed and would’ve gotten it over my now rock hard erection had Mia not dropped down on the bed next to me.
I groaned.
“What’s your problem?” She asked. “You’ve been asleep for well over eight hours now, and I know exactly how long you’ve been here because I was waiting for you when you got home, but you closed and locked the door before I could get to your front porch. And then you wouldn’t answer the door.” She hesitated. “The only thing that saved you from me was the fact that I could see you through your blinds.”
I didn’t bother to look at the blinds.
I never shut them.
I didn’t need to.
I had no neighbors.
And anyone brave enough to look through the blinds wouldn’t get to see much.
I didn’t sleep in the nude, and most of the time I kept it so cold in the house that I had to use a massive blanket at night.
Today was an exception, seeing as I hadn’t bothered to turn down the thermostat on my way to collapsing on the bed.
I’d been so dead to the world that it was almost comical.
“Sorry,” I said, licking my lips.
My left hand was busy trying to contain my cock, and my right one was directly next to her foot…or her hand.