Page 10 of Sinners' Appetite
It doesn’t take me long to get the wall built. I had measured everything ahead of time and just hoped that it would all go together as planned. It’s level and sturdy, so I think I managed quite well.
I clean up the area a little and start laying drop cloths down to prepare for painting, but then my phone rings. It’s an unknown number, so I naturally expect it to me either my mother, or my sister.
I answer it, putting it on speaker and setting it down on the counter so I can continue what I was doing.
“Hello?”
The person clears their throat. “Hi. I-I’m sorry to bother you.It’s Nikki…”
My heart starts to race as soon as she speaks her name. I drop the paint roller I had in my hand and pick my phone back up. “You’re not bothering me at all. How are you feeling?”
“I’m alive. Thanks to you, I hear,” she says, her voice cracking a little.
“Happy to help. I’m just glad I was there.”
“Me too.” She sighs. “Anyway—I just wanted to personally thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Nikki,” I reply.Christ, I love the way her name rolls off my tongue. “You really shouldn’t be leaving work alone like that.”
Shit. That sounded way too overbearing.
“I know. My co-worker offered to walk me out, but I told him I didn’t need him to.”
“Jeremy said you’re quite stubborn,” I tease, hoping that I’m not coming off cocky or anything. I haven’t had a real conversation with a woman in so long.
“He would be right. I am,” she laughs. “I’ve always been a little—”
“Defiant?” I interrupt.Christ, Malachi, shut the fuck up already.
“You could say that.”
“Well—if there’s anything you ever need, just let me know,” I offer.
“I will. I have your number saved, if that’s okay…”
“I’ll save yours too,” I reply, removing the phone from my ear so I can save her name in my contacts.
“Good.” She pauses for a moment. “Maybe we could grab a coffee or something sometime…”
Oh—fuck. I can barely hold it together talking to her over the phone. How can I possibly be close to her and keep my cool? I’m bound to fuck this up somehow.
“Sure. I’d be up for that,” I manage to say.
“Okay. I’ll let you know when—or you can text me.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling like a complete idiot. Something about her is reeling me in and I’m not so sure I want to stop it. It’s even more thrilling to know that I’ve already jerked off thinking about my cock down her throat. The fact that she’ll never know about it is making me hard.
“Sounds good,” I finally reply.
“Bye,” she says cheerfully, ending the call.
I stand silently for a minute, trying so hard not to get distracted by what just happened, but it’s impossible. I’m not in the mood for painting.
I decide to make myself a rack of ribs, instant potatoes and some frozen veggies. Even though I live alone, I keep the fridge and freezer stocked full. I have a massive appetite.
Once I’m done eating, I hear the doorbell ring, so I head to the front door, noticing a delivery van parked out front.
“Delivery for Mr. White?” the man says when I open the door.
