Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Instead, I’ll take my pay, and go shopping.
I prefer to save my money, but I have been doing that for many years now and have a lot stashed away. So today, because I’m mad, I am going shopping.
With my new bag.
The agreement for the bag was that I wouldn’t be late, not that I couldn’t have sick days.
And today I am sick. Cough, cough.
Just as I’m browsing for some new panties, my phone rings.
Grayson’s name flashes on the screen.
I press ignore.
He calls again.
I ignore that too.
Who fucks their employee’s roommate? He can fuck off and leave me alone.
I managed to find some really nice lingerie—granted, I was looking for thirty minutes, but panties can’t be rushed, and they have to be comfortable.
Comfort is key for a pampered pussy.
You have to treat her well.
“You don’t look very sick.” I jump at the voice, and the lady assisting me peeks over my shoulder.
“Just these, please.” I push the pile over to her, and she starts scanning them as he steps closer to me.
Grayson’s hand comes up and touches my forehead. “Not even a temp,” he mutters, and I slap his hand away.
“How is your cock? Sliding into any more of my roommates?” I question, sending him a smile that says fuck you without words. He grinds his jaw and shakes his head.
“You have more roommates?” he asks, being a smartass.
The cashier lady’s expression turns confused as she takes in our conversation.
“Just shut up already,” I grumble as the lady tells me the total. But before I can pay for it, he hands her his credit card.
“I’ve bought you panties, which you clearly needed. You can come back to work now.”
“I’m sick,” I argue, reaching for the bag on the counter. He takes it before I can and starts walking away with it, and I follow him out the door with a groan. “Give me my damn panties.”
“I paid for them, so you either come back to work, or I take them.”
“What are you going to do with my panties?” I ask, my arms crossing over my chest.
“Maybe I’ll sniff them.”
“That’ll be a waste since I haven’t worn them.” I smirk and snatch the bag from his hand.
“I won’t fuck your roommate again,” he states seriously.
“I’m sure that’s what you tell all the ladies,” I say, pushing past him.
“To be fair, I was waiting for you. She kicked everyone out, and then she hit on me.”
“Oh, fucking classic. A man can’t say no to a woman.”
“Well, in all fairness, she did take off her top and slide her hand down my pants before I could even think.” He shrugs.
“And you couldn’t help yourself.” I roll my eyes.
“I’m a man.”
“Good. Since you’re a man, why don’t you introduce me to one of your friends, and I’ll fuck them to make this even.”
“That will not happen,” he growls, but then a smirk takes over. “I have no friends.”
“What about that scary dude? I saw the way he looked at me—I even gave him my best smile.”
“Kyson?” He says his name. “He’s crazy.”
“Perfect, so am I.” I move to start walking again, and he follows close behind.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere near him,” he warns.
I stop and turn back to eye him. “Do you really think you can tell me who I can fuck?” I ask with a snicker. “Think carefully before you answer that. I can easily find another frying pan to hit you with.” I point at him.
Grayson tries to fight his smirk, but this time he fails.
“Fuck, you’re annoying. Will you please come back to work?”
“Why? Can’t function without me?” My head tilts to the side as I wait for him to come back at me with some smartass answer.
“No, you have helped. And you’ve turned my business into what it needs to be in the short time you’ve been there. The girls actually come into work knowing you are there. So, please, come back.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow. I’m busy now.” I stride off with a smile on my face.
“Avani.” He catches up to me, but I don’t stop or even acknowledge he’s there. “Did you not hear what I said?”
“I did. And as I said, I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“What are you doing now?” he asks.
“I’m off to get a massage.” I smile.
“I’ll come.”
“As long as you don’t fuck the therapist.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
Chapter 6
Fuck the therapist, how about no
Grayson
My plan was to stay with her long enough that she would come back to work. Instead, I watch her ass sway as she walks, and I can’t help thinking about her naked. And now she is using me.
She made me pay for the massage, and now, as we sit down for dinner, she motions to the waitress to send me the bill, before we have even eaten, but its pre fixed menu so the price is the same regardless..