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“Got it.”
“Good. Now, climb into this truck and show them you’re a bad bitch.”
Giggling, and unable to stop myself, I caressed his cheek.
No one had ever called me that before.
I like it.
Everyone saw me as a nerd, someone who could get blow over if the wind gusted too hard.
Still, I accepted is help into the truck and navigated it back to my place. Trucker excused himself to use the bathroom while I washed my hands in the sink. I wanted to ask him for a drink, but I figured he’d already spent the entire day with me.
When he made an appearance a few minutes later, I was prying the cap off a beer and almost dropped it.
Seeing Trucker shirtless was an entirely different experience.
An almost religious experience.
One that stopped my beating heart and caused my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth.
Realizing I was staring, I quickly turned away from him.
“Taji?”
“Sorry, you’re naked.”
Trucker laughed. “Hang on.”
Silence.
“You can turn around now.” He told me.
Had he been carrying the t-shirt in his hand all along?
He can’t ever do that again—I won’t survive.
MAYSON “TRUCKER” CALHOUNE
I didn’t get much sleepthe night before. I spent most of the time tossing and turning.
Maybe it was the strange bed—maybe it was the idea of being responsible for a generation of firefighters.
Maybe I was thinking about Taji in ways I shouldn’t be thinking.
My sudden insomnia made no sense to me.
But how could I not be thinking highly inappropriate things about her?
Taji—a woman too damn sexy for her own good.
And the worse part of it, of all of it was that she had no clue how good she looked.
How good her personality made her look.
She didn’t have a clue how crazy she could make a man just with the sashay of those rounded hips.
I barely knew her, and I already couldn’t stop the thoughts in my head from turning into a porno.
