Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Once he was finished, he seemed to admire his handiwork, satisfied that she was clean. Then, he stood and kissed her forehead. He walked to her wardrobe and dresser, and began rummaging through her drawers, finally selecting a black nightgown. He turned it to and fro, as if working on deciding if it was nice enough for the likes of her.
Poet was in complete shock. Kage was one of the most interesting men, if not the most mysterious and intriguing fellow she’d ever met. Most men would have shaken her ass awake, or knocked on the door and asked Huni to help if their date fell fast asleep on the drive home. No, Kage had decided to take care of the issue himself, and he did so in such an inexplicable, yet utterly enchanting way. He made his way over to her with the gown and gently slipped it over her head, down her body.
It caught around her hips, and he fixed that problem, too. At one point she sort of groaned as he completed the process, but quickly fell back to sleep. He placed her neatly in the middle of the bed, plumped the pillow behind her head, pulled up the sheets and duvet around her waist, and tucked her in. Leaning forward, Kage placed a soft, lingering kiss against her lips, grabbed his phone, and left her room. Just like that.
He filmed himself locking the door so that when it closed, it would lock, and once he was back in his truck, the video ended…
…Now, there was no sense in denying it. The video may have ended, but her falling for him had just begun…
CHAPTER TWELVE
His Claim to Flame
“I ain’t sure. ’Round when next week?” Kage questioned. He was working with his crew on a room addition for a client. Taking a break to answer the call from his cousin, Phoenix, he stepped to the side, putting the man on speaker phone.
“Oh, I ’magine I can get ’er in ’round Wednesday. Thangs have just been so busy lately. I need to hire a person or two, like you. Business is good but I can barely keep up after I ran that special online. You’re talkin’ about your Harley Davidson Sportster, or the Kawasaki Z650?” He could hear his cousin grunt a bit as he worked under someone’s car.
“The Kawaski. The ignition barrels are actin’ up.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard about that. Any other issues?”
“Sometimes it wanna act like it’s havin’ a fit when I start it up.”
“Okay, yeah. Bring her in Wednesday.”
“I’ll tow it over. Thanks. Talk to ya later.”
“Hold on now. Before you go, how’s it going with the problem?”
Kage sucked in air as he observed the guys he’d brought with him busy at work. The sounds of country music played on one of their phones as they laid cement, laughing on occasion.
“That problem is still goin’. I spoke to Roman and Lennox the other day, ’bout to call Roman back tonight, but the old man is losin’ a little of his predictability. It’s okay. I’ve got somethin’ for him.”
“Make sure that you do. He left a threatenin’ voicemail for me the other day.” Phoenix chuckled and shook his head. “He just won’t let up. I changed my number, but he got my new one anyway. That bodyguard of his made himself known, too.”
“Jasper?” Kage tsked, then spit in the grass. “That motherfucker’s lips are sutured to Grandpa’s ass. No wonder he takes his shit. Hell, we could move clear across the country, and he’d still find us. Now, this is important, Phoenix. I need to holler at you about an idea I have, and give you a detailed tour of my property, too, but now ain’t the time. Let’s break bread soon.”
“Notta problem. In fact, call Lennox and Roman, and let the four of us meet. Hell, you can invite the whole gang if you want, but at least us because we know he’s gonna follow this in a certain order.”
“Yeah, I’ll get that arranged.” They finished up their conversation and Kage disconnected the call.
A few hours later, quitting time arrived. Covered in grime, sweat and dirt, he bid his employees good night, told them to be there at 8:00 AM sharp, and they got in their respective vehicles and drove off.
His thoughts drifted to Poet, who was due to come to his house the next day, and he was surely looking forward to it. They’d been talking on the phone a lot, and FaceTiming, too. He loved just talking to her, getting to know her. He’d found out so much. She was open with him now, and this made him feel more comfortable. He couldn’t wait to see her again—it had been a whole week. He’d practically finished her greenhouse, worked on it during the hours she was at her job. They had a bit of a rather unusual date planned ahead, but it seemed to suit both of them just fine.