Page 28 of Drive Me Wild
“You don’t even know how much I’m selling it for. Why don’t you take a look at my accounts and see what you think? You could always rent out some of the bedrooms upstairs for some extra pocket money.”
“I…um…” I stare at her with a dumb look on my face because I can’t think of a single reason why I couldn’t look at her accounts to see how much the place makes. Add that to the fact that my whole body is screaming ‘yes!’ and I nod in agreement.
“Great. I’ll print out the latest numbers for you. Would you like to pick it all up in a couple of days?”
“Sure, but one question first.”
“What’s that?”
“Will you tell me where you buy your coffee beans because this is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“It’s good coffee, but I think you have some living to do, my dear.”
We both crack up and she leads me around the store, giving me a tour of the whole building, including the upstairs rooms.
Despite its size, the house is in good condition and very tidy. There are a few things here and there I would change, like the wall color or drapes, but otherwise, I love this house and everything in it.
I thank her and leave, agreeing to stop by before she opens in a few days so she can give me her accounting books.
When I get to Caleb’s shop, he’s busy working, so I wave and slip upstairs. My mind is racing with ideas, even though I don’t know what her sales package will show.
What if she wants way more than I can afford? What if I can’t get a loan?
I spend the morning thinking about what my mother said—that I should just go for it. So I get lost in rabbit holes looking for information online about owning and promoting bookstores and generally neglect to do anything else.
I get up to pour myself a glass of water and notice that Caleb left his cell phone on the kitchen counter. I pick it up to take it down to him when it vibrates in my hand. A text message flashes on the screen.
“I’m in Port Stratton and want a cock-sicle. Interested?”
I freeze on the spot.
Cock-sicle? She must be talking about— my mind flashes to Caleb standing in his bedroom last week, flying half-staff. Only a fantasy emerges of him looking at me with sex in his eyes, and he’s rubbing himself.
He’s rubbing his cock-sicle.
I shake the thought out of my mind and ignore the pooling wetness in my lady parts as I walk down the stairs toward the shop. I find him there under the car with the teenager, explaining something about a chassis.
I stand at the bottom of the stairs, watching before I clear my throat. He turns my way, and a smile that could launch a thousand orgasms greets me.
“You uh…your phone. You forgot your phone upstairs.”
I watch as he wipes his thick hands on the red shop rag, and I swear I hear my vag call out to me in agony.
He grabs it and looks at the screen before shaking his head and tossing the phone on the workbench.
“Aren’t you going to text her back?”
“You saw it?”
“Well, yeah. It vibrated when I carried it down to you, so, you know, knee-jerk reaction and all.”
His eyes graze my skin as I stand in front of him, my nerves pinging and my mind spinning.
“Not interested.”
“But—”
“But what?”
