Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
For a long minute, I have to focus on returning my breathing to normal before I can even begin to open my eyes and form words. Harvey holds me up as I attempt to recover, placing soft, gentle kisses on my neck and shoulders.
As I open my eyes and take in the desire and affection on his face, I know I’m screwed.
Because the handyman I hired to come fit my washer?
He’s the man of my dreams.
3
HARVEY
Making Hailey come has done nothing to quench my thirst for her. All it’s done is make my need for her fucking insatiable. My mouth is watering for a taste, my cock so hard I’m shocked the zipper on my pants hasn’t broken under the strain, and every cell in my body is screaming MINE.
I need more of this girl. I need all of her. This is more than just mutual attraction. This is something cellular, something fucking cosmic. I never believed in that shit until now because there’s no other way to explain this.
I kiss her as she comes down from her high, savoring the way she sighs happily against my lips. I can’t wait to find out if she tastes just as sweet everywhere else.
The sudden, loud blaring of a ringtone jolts us apart, ripping the moment to shreds. I set Hailey down, her legs a little wobbly as she curses and scrambles to find her phone, apologizing to me as she searches.
“For fuck’s sake,” she mutters as she finds her device and sees who’s calling, rolling her eyes before she answers. “Hello?”
Her whole demeanor changes as she answers the call, the carefree, bubbly girl shutting down a little. I can practically see the annoyance coming off her as she listens to whoever’s on the other end of the line.
Curious and admittedly wanting to flatten whoever has her feeling like this, I edge closer to listen in.
“Calm down, Lucas,” Hailey sighs, walking into her living room and leaning against her sofa. I follow, leaning against the doorway. “No, I didn’t read your messages. I was busy. In fact, I’m still busy. Yes, I’ll answer the emails today, I promise. Stop acting like it’s already midnight, for goodness sake.”
I can hear Hailey’s side of the conversation loud and clear, but I can’t make out whatever the other person—Lucas—is saying without getting closer. Given what she’s saying and her reactions, I’m sure he’s being anything but nice to her, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to punch him. I edge towards her, too caught up worrying about her to notice the little side table in my way until it’s too late. I bump into the table, clattering the trinkets and lamp on top of it and bruising my thigh in the process.
“Ah, fuck,” I curse, hopping on one leg for a second as the pain shoots through me. Hailey looks over at me with concern, and I realize just how loud I was. “Sorry, baby.”
On the bright side, I’m now close enough to hear the rant of the man on the other side of the line as he hears my apology, too.
“Who was that?” Lucas asks, disdain in his voice. He sounds angry. “Why do you have a man over, Hailey? What the hell?”
Hailey rolls her eyes, her shoulders dropping with a long-suffering sigh. “It’s none of your business, Lucas,” she snaps, fire behind every word, and then hangs up, tossing her phone onto the sofa angrily. She turns to me, wincing a little. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the moment or for you to overhear that mess.”
I shake my head, refusing her apology. She’s clearly stressed now, whoever this Lucas man is ruining the happy, satiated girl she was just minutes before. Fucker.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I say. “You did nothing wrong. Whoever that Lucas is, on the other hand…” I trail off, shaking my head and trying to shrug off my anger on her behalf. “Are you okay? That’s all that matters.”
Hailey deflates, running her hand through her hair and sighing deeply. I close the gap between us, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. It feels so natural to comfort her like this, as though I’ve known her for years rather than hours.
“I’m all right,” she murmurs against my chest, melting against me. I never want to let her go.
“Who’s Lucas, and why was he so damn angry?” I ask, unable to help but be nosy.
Hailey huffs a humorless laugh as I let her go, and she flops onto her sofa, curling her feet up underneath her. “It’s nothing like you’re probably imagining, I swear,” she says, smiling up at me. “He’s not my ex or anything like that. Lucas is my manager. It’s strictly professional, or at least, it should be, but he’s clearly lost his mind today.”