Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“No,” I say, striding into the laundry and putting my tools up on the counter. “I’m going to save us both the time and effort and fix it now so that I don’t have to come back here tomorrow and shuffle around my schedule just to have to fix it after you’ve made it worse. But really, I appreciate your can-do attitude.”
Blair groans. “You’re impossible.”
A grin pulls at my lips. “And you’re my new assistant. Congratulations.”
Blair rolls her eyes and lets out a resigned sigh before stepping deeper into the laundry room. “Fine,” she grumbles. “What do you need?”
I open the cupboards beneath the laundry sink and point. “Get your fine ass under there and shut off the main. It’s the—”
“I know what it is,” she huffs before getting down on her hands and knees.
My grin widens. I really don’t need the help. After all, I’m going to have to get down there anyway, but watching her do it is like the cherry on top of an insanely good ice cream sundae.
Blair gets back to her feet and fixes me with a hard stare, her arms crossed over her chest, unaware of the way the movement pushes her firm tits up. “Anything else, Nicholas?”
Hmmmm. The way she says my name like that has my cock twitching to life. Please, baby. Say it again. “Another turkey sub wouldn’t go astray,” I say with a cocky smirk as I grab the tools I’ll need and step toward the leaking sink.
“You know, I wish I could but the bigwigs up in management just announced a new policy for the Wilder kitchen that men with little dick syndrome are no longer permitted to eat any form of sub within the dwelling due to their inability to fuck a woman into oblivion.”
I slowly turn to meet her stare, and the second I do, she’s locked in my hold. A smug smile flitters across her lips, and I can only imagine the mental high five she’s giving herself right now. “You know damn well what I’m working with,” I rumble, watching her smug grin falter before she visibly swallows. “And judging by the fact you’re still screaming my name after six fucking years, nobody else’s, that only proves that no one else has ever been able to fuck you like I do. Not even close.”
She swallows again, and now I’m the one with a smug-as-fuck grin.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
“There might have been someone,” she argues, her voice hitching an octave higher, a clear sign she’s talking shit. “Maybe two. Maybe even twenty.”
I scoff as I reach for the tapware and start loosening them so I can figure out what’s going wrong. “That’s bullshit, and you know—” Water spurts up from the loosening tap, the pressure so great it shoots the tapware right up to the ceiling as water instantly drenches the laundry. “Ahhh fuck,” I rush out as Blair’s high-pitched screech almost deafens me.
“Turn it off. Turn it off!” she screams.
“That’s what you were supposed to do,” I say, dropping down beneath the sink and reaching for the main, quickly realizing that instead of turning it all the way off, Blair turned it in the opposite direction. I hurry to twist it all the way back, and the water quickly shuts off, but the damage has already been done.
I fall back to my ass, gaping up at the water coating the ceiling, and honestly, I’m fucking dumbfounded. I can’t say that’s ever happened before. Water drips all around me into the pools flooding the tiles and as my gaze falls to Blair, I can’t help but smirk.
She’s drenched, and not just like she’s done a quick dash through the rain. She looks like a drowned rat. Long brunette locks stick to the side of her face as her top forms to her body like a second skin, her nipples hardening from the chill.
“What the fuck just happened?” she breathes, the corners of her lips pulling into an amused grin as she meets my stare.
“What do you think just happened?” I question. “Blair Wilder tried to help.”
“What? Me? You’re the one who unscrewed the tap.”
I arch a brow. “Do you not recall when I asked you to turn off the main, and you were all like I know what that is, but apparently you don’t because now the laundry is wetter than you were the other night.”
Her cheeks flame, and she kicks at my foot. “Nick! Are you ever going to quit bringing that up?”
“Hell no. It was one of the best moments of my life, and I wasn’t even involved.”
Blair rolls her eyes and takes pity on me as she strides toward me and offers her hand to help me up, and just as I take it and she starts to pull me up, she slips on the water, a piercing squeal tearing from her throat. My heart lurches in my chest, and I throw my arm out, quickly catching her before she cracks her head on the tiles, and I settle her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs.