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)
“In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to walk into the gallery this morning. I’d take a few more days off and we definitely wouldn’t be out of bed.” While she showered, I made a pot of coffee, doctoring it up how she likes it, not too sweet but not too bitter. Indy also had the forethought to do a grocery order, because I surely didn’t think about it. The few breakfast items, lunch fixings, and drinks came in clutch this morning. I’ll have to outfit the rest of the place after I drop her off at work. I’ve got high hopes to get the shop area set up for the day, then start my own work tomorrow.
“Gotta say, seeing you in a tight skirt, pretty shirt, and high heels isn’t a bad deal, either.” I make light of the situation as we make our way from her place, where we had to stop for her to get dressed. I met her best friend, Alex, for a mere second before she had to fly out of their shared apartment. Man, these women in this city are on the grind, and I see it with firsthand experience with the woman sitting in the passenger seat. Indy wiggles in her seat. The action makes her skirt slide up, showing me more of her shapely thigh. It should be illegal with how hot she looks.
“Are you saying you like me in this more than in your clothes or naked?” A low growl vibrates through my chest. I’d definitely prefer that, and I’m already holding back on the fact that I don’t want anyone to see her in the clothes she’s wearing. Don’t get me wrong, she’s covered; still doesn’t make it any easier letting her leave without me by her side.
“Cherry, think it goes without saying I prefer you naked or in my hoodie without a stitch of clothing on, but seeing you like this adds a whole other element, too.” We pull into the parking lot. “Stay there. I’m getting your damn door.” I’ve had to get on her ass relentlessly about that. Seems like the dicks before me never took care of Indy the way they should have, which works for me, because I’ve got her now.
“I’m staying in my seat, and duly noted on the hoodie.” She sends me a wink, and I’m up and out of the truck, walking around the front. The outside air is sharp, people are rushing, engines running, and the world is already demanding shit from everyone. I open the passenger door, and Indy slides out. My chest tightens. The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her how I really feel. The only thing stopping me is her needing to get into work and me not being able to show her or be able to celebrate it in the form of our bodies slick with sweat and my cock tunneling in and out of her body.
“Glad for it, cherry. You ready to go in?” She gives me a nod, takes one last sip of coffee, and turns around, her ass sliding across my dick. Goddamn it, I’m rethinking walking her into work now.
“I am now,” she replies, looking over her shoulder with a coy smirk.
“Later this evening, I’m going to pay you back, cherry, and you’re gonna love every minute of it.” We move away from the truck, my hand landing on her lower back after I close the door behind her and hit the lock button on the key fob.
I feel the change in her, armor going up, sharper, and work Indy is in her place. I don’t fucking like it, not at all, and I’ve yet to even open the door to the gallery.
“Ready for this?” she asks me, when I should be asking her.
“Yeah, cherry, but the question is, are you? You don’t have to deal with anything you don’t want to.” I’m not sure what the sudden change is or if this is normal when Indy walks into work, but I don’t fucking like it.
“I know.” She glances at me, yet I can tell she’s thinking something along the lines of, I will anyways. Of course, she would. This is who she is, and while my protective instincts rise, restless and ready, I know Indy well enough to know that she’ll handle this, head fucking on.
We walk into the gallery. It’s all glass, steel, and clean lines. Honestly, it looks more like a museum, entrances and exits and empty. The sunlight is the only bright spot in this instance and is outlining Indy, catching her hair just right, which radiates a bit of happiness instead of having this sinking feeling in my gut.
“Good, you’re finally here,” who must be Miranda says by way of greeting. All sharp lines, sharp suit, and sharp expression.