Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“I’ll get the historical board on it, pretty sure Sable has some sway in that department.” Shit, the payment from the gallery I’m receiving would be more than enough for Indy to start her own, and I’d gladly back her.
“You’d do that?”
“I’d do a whole hell of a lot for you, cherry.” The truck eats the pavement of the road, the tree-lined areas slowly turning into another town we’ll be traveling through. I glance down at the GPS and see that we’ve got a long-as-fuck way to go. Knowing Indy, these questions will turn into more.
“As much as I’d love to continue this conversation, is there a rest area coming up? I may have consumed a bit more caffeine than I should have.” Her feet dance on the dash, legs going back and forth. I turn on my blinker to switch lanes and look for the next exit. May as well fuel up again while we’re at it.
“Only a matter of time with the way you consume it, cherry.” Mile markers come and go, brown geographical signs appear, then finally what I’m looking for: gas, food, and a shopping center.
“I can’t help it.” She shrugs her shoulders. “We got up before the sun rose. Your neighbors’ chickens weren’t even awake.” I wanted to miss the morning traffic, buses and commuters.
“Not complainin’, Indy, but thinkin’ I’m gonna ration your caffeine intake.” A likeliness that’ll never happen.
“Yeah, I’d like to see you try.” My hand goes to her inner thigh, squeezing it softly. She places her hand on top of mine, and we stay like that till it’s time to take our exit.
16
Indy
“Ireally hope you’re okay with the studio aspect of this place. The pictures and videos showed lots of natural light, glass garage doors instead of windows.” Toren didn’t give me a whole lot to work with. He said make it quick, give me natural light, and a place to eat, shower, and sleep. I scoured places, called realtors, and even roped Alex in to help me. Luckily, she had a contact who sent me over several listings available right away, and I narrowed it down to two. The second one was a hit for Toren. The building is amazing, has views of the water, the mountains in the distance, and is minutes from the art gallery. I also made sure there was a caveat in Miranda’s contract that Ellery House of Art would pay for a housing allowance. I’d like to say that was my idea, but it was definitely Jett’s and one I’m glad she suggested.
Miranda wants Toren so badly, she was willing to pay the Pied Piper, and I’m not sure what her financials are like, but I don’t see her breaking even on Toren’s contract. I’m sure she’s hoping it’ll pull more artists in, bigger ones who won’t require near as much persuasion. That being said, I know for a fact Toren’s pieces will sell and it’ll lead him to even more customers with or without Miranda’s help.
“Cherry, seen the pictures. The place is perfect, promise. Don’t borrow trouble in the form of worrying about me. Besides, my only goal is to get you to stay with me as much as possible.” I look over at his profile. There’s a wolfish grin on his face, and when he shoots me a wink, it hits me right between my thighs. You’d think our mutual desire for one another wouldn’t be this strong, but nothing has calmed down, and the verbal foreplay we have on our car rides only makes it that much more intense.
Last night was one of those nights. We’d arrived at the Airbnb later than initially planned. I’d gotten the hang of being his guide to pack the trailer into whatever garage we had for the night, helping him unhook it and doing all of the other stuff that Toren takes care of when it comes to his rig. Usually, it’s me taking care of the trash, bringing in the cooler to be replenished, and then grabbing our bags for the night. Then I’d do a load of laundry, mine dwindling faster than Toren’s since he’s essentially moving to Seattle for a minimum of six months. Then I’d order groceries depending on the time or a delivery for food, trying to get ahead for the next day. Needless to say, we settled into a routine, and once we were finished with everything else for that evening, well, that’s when the night really began.
A shiver runs through my body thinking about the way Toren took me in the shower this morning. The place we stayed at had a massive walk-in shower with a huge bench and more showerheads than necessary. Except it worked, in a massive way I wasn’t expecting before. Toren sat on the marble bench, his back against the cool stone, his long, thick, muscular thighs spread wide enough to anchor him, and when his hand wrapped around his heavy length, it was like watching my very own show.