Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Why did you say I would cook, asshole? Why don’t you fucking cook?” Cameron throws me a dirty look.
“Because that’s just too try hardish. What, so he sits at the bench while I cook in the kitchen? I’m not fucking Nigella Lawson.”
“Why didn’t you say I would cook?” Joshua smirks as he scrolls through my phone.
“Probably because you can’t cook, dumbass.”
Joshua laughs as he hands me the phone. “Yep. Like I said.”
My eyes scroll down the length of the screen as I feel my nerves rise. He is more than hot, he’s damn delicious. “What the hell will I wear?” I splutter.
“Naked on first dates always works for me.” Cameron lays his head back to the sun to catch the rays on his face as he swigs his beer.
I roll my eyes at Josh. “Can you be fucking serious for one minute, Cameron? Why is everything a joke to you?”
“Probably because you are always so serious, and Joshua is so fucking boring at the moment with his little broken heart routine. Someone around here has to have some fun.”
“Fair call,” Joshua replies.
“What’s the look you are going for?” Cameron sighs.
“Not trying.”
Joshua smiles. “That’s easy then. You should wear flannel pyjamas.” He takes a drink from his shake.
My eyes widen in horror. “You’ve lost the plot. You like Natasha in flannelette pajamas.”
He smiles as he folds his arms behind his head. “Yep, that’s what’s so hot about Tash. She doesn’t try to be sexy at all. She looks sexiest to me when she is wearing flannel pajamas, her pink fluffy slippers and her hair in pigtails with her glasses on.”
Cameron pulls a disgusted face and I nod in agreement with him.
“Sounds like a bad Taylor Swift film clip.” I do a fake shiver.
“I never thought I would like that either,” he replies wistfully. “There is a certain level of comfort when you realize it’s not the packaging you want in someone.”
Cameron rolls his eyes. “Oh God, your soppy shit is driving me fucking nuts. Man the fuck up,” he snaps, bringing a smile to my face.
“What are you cooking, Cameron?” I ask.
“I don’t know, whatever. Who cares?” he says matter-of- factly. Joshua laughs again as he puts his head back onto the chair.
“Sounds delicious.”
I shake my head. This is going to be a long night.
Natasha
It’s Wednesday, another word for hump day and, in my case, shit day, annoying day and fucking depressing day. I am going to my first court case at the jail. Coby Allender is having his first appeal hearing today. I have been witnessing his visits for the last couple of months from the private box. Today, though, I will actually be in the same room as him for the first time. The man completely freaks me out. I am just so intimidated by his intelligence and the fact that his behavior is motivated by evil only adds to the horror of dealing with a suspected serial killer. I think those nightmares I have been having are making me crazy, my imagination is running away with me. We are at the jail’s private courthouse; this is a closed hearing. Henry, my boss, has gone to check on some details and I am waiting alone in the corridor to go in when Mr. Cheeky walks up behind me.
“Hey, Doc.” He pokes me in the ribs from behind.
I turn and smile. Oh shit, it’s the guy who told me to think of him when I had sex with Joshua, my face falls.
“Don’t look so pleased to see me.” He smirks. His messy blond hair hangs over his forehead and his dark brown eyes twinkle with mischief. He’s tall and buff with a full sleeve of tatts. He has the whole naughty boy thing going on. Hmm.
I shake my head as I smile. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
He raises his eyebrows at me. “I’ve been called worse.” He smiles. “How’s your tool of a boyfriend?”
“Ex,” I snap. “You’re lucky he didn’t kill you that night by the way.”
He scrunches up his face. “Hmm. Good.” He smiles.
I can’t help but smile at this conceited fool.
“Why is that good?”
“Because you are still totally into me, I can tell. And he’s an ex, so.” He shrugs his shoulders.
I roll my eyes. “You’ve been fighting too much. I think you’re punch drunk.”
He smiles broadly. “I thought you were coming back for more witness dates. What happened? Are you chicken shit?”
I frown. “No, am not.” I smile. “I’ve been back, and you haven’t been here. Who still says that anyway…chicken shit? I haven’t heard that since first grade.” I shake my head as I readjust my jacket.
He winks. “I do. Chicken shit.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Stop calling me that,” I whisper. This guy’s confidence is starting to piss me off. “I am far from chicken shit,” I snap.