Page 18 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

I can’t resist tacking that last part on and take great enjoyment knowing Mitch is going to sweat all night over what I might know and, even worse, what I might say about it.

Whistling, I walk through the underground parking garage to my vehicle and notice the towel still draped over the passenger seat. I should send a hefty donation to the cat café. I owe that little orange cat a lot for spilling Winnie’s drink.

I grin and shake my head. I still can’t believe I was wrong about her loving cats. I should have gathered more evidence to back that assumption up.

Chuckling, I drive out of the garage and give Winnie a call.

Just when I think the call will go to message, she picks up.

“Hello.”

“Winnie, hello, this is Reed Jackson.”

Her bright laughter washes over me, lifting my mood even higher. I wanted to see about taking her out on Wednesday, but the urge to see her tonight is so strong that I simply cannot wait. “Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, but I have plans tonight.”

Plans? With another man? Irrational jealousy clenches its dagger sharp talons into me, ripping at my tender ego.

Stopping at a red light, I try to shove those burning emotions to the side. “Tomorrow night?”

Her soft sigh has my heart rate increasing as my fingers dig into the cool leather of the steering wheel. Obviously, I was mistaken, and she didn’t enjoy herself as much as I thought yesterday.

Several strident horn blasts assault my eardrums and I look up to see the light has turned green. Slamming my foot down on the accelerator far harder than needed, the SUV shoots forward, the engine eagerly obliging my need for speed.

Before stopping at the next light, I change lanes, heading toward my home instead of the shopping district like I planned.

“Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow too.”

I know a brush-off when I hear one. I just didn’t imagine I’d be on the receiving end of one so soon.

Bitterness tightens my muscles. Can’t even blame this one on my cock this time.

“I’m sorry I bothered you,” I grit out between tense jaws.

Bright giggles stab at my heart. “You’re not bothering me. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, Reed.”

My throat closes and I can’t speak. This never happens. Only with Winnie does my mind turn to mush and I find myself incapable of simple articulation.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you yesterday.” Her voice dips low. “That was rude after what you did… I.. I wanted to return the favor.”

The thought of Winnie’s lips wrapped around my cock has a surge of blood going down to that troublesome body part. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I confess in a hoarse whisper. “Yesterday was all about making you feel good.”

Barely catching her low moan, the tiny throaty noise has me wishing I was with her right now. “Winnie, did you enjoy my mouth on you?” I ask, reaching down to adjust my straining cock to a more comfortable position.

“Yes.”

I squeeze my erection, lust pounding in my balls and brain. “Good. Because I can’t wait to taste you again.”

“Reed.” Her breath catches on my name, and I know we both feel the same desire running rampant through our budding connection.

“When can I see you again, Winnie?” I plead.

“I’m visiting my dad for a few days. We’re going through some of my mom’s things.”

The thread of grief in her voice instantly cools my lustful thoughts. “Oh, Winnie. I’m so sorry. When did she pass?”

“Six years ago. Dad feels like he’s finally ready to let go of things.”

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