Page 33 of Trucker
Small towns give me the creeps.
Maybe there was something to Lena’s words after all.
Usually, I loved it when a womanlookedat me. I especially liked it when they looked at me with that heated stare that told me they loved my body. There was an amazing feeling about getting appreciated by a woman’s gaze that made me a little rabid.
I knew it was more often than not their way of telling me they found me sexy and sexual.
But when the woman from the diner stared at me, all I felt was disgust.
I wasn’t sure what it was about her—or even what was happening inside my head, but I kept comparing her to Taji.
And that woman was found wanting.
Lacking.
Not up to par or the standards I saw in Taji.
I compared the way my body felt when Taji looked at me versus when this woman did it. There was definitely a difference—with Taji my body grew hot and every part of me came alive.
With the gum chewer, I needed to shower to scrub the filth off.
With Taji—well—with Taji, I wanted to brush everything from the table to the floor and tossed her across it. I wanted to hold her legs on my shoulders and see if she tasted like the most expensive honey on the face of the earth.
TAJI SLOANE
The days passed slowly.
It was remarkable how fast they were moving when I didn’t really want them to.
Time had always been a strange concept to me, but I remained silent, stewing on my thoughts and staring at computer screens to keep my mind off him.
Trucker came home, more often than not, caked in mud from training. Sometimes he was soaking wet—but always a mess.
And while I shouldn’t feel anyways about that, knowing he was working hard to get that way turned me on.
Each time I checked his shower to clean it, he’d already done so, leaving the tub and surrounding spaces spotless.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Repeatedly, I toyed with the idea of bringing him lunch. But the town’s women were already talking about Trucker. Most of them had designs on him—even the married ones and I wasn’t too sure what they were capable of if they thought I was interested.
They already disliked me.
Sighing, I stared into the bubbling pot of chili, playing with the idea of a lunch run again.
Unsure, I turned the stove all the way down and left it to take a shower. As the water flowed over my body, I made a decision.
Fuck those women and their feelings.
It wasn’t like I had any delusions Trucker would pick me. But I should at least throw my hat into the ring too.
I was definitely interested.
It terrified me putting myself out there, to flirt with a man. The last time didn’t end well and every time I thought about Trucker in that way, my heart swelled inside my chest then charged like a stallion on the loose.
But just because it scared me, didn’t mean I shouldn’t do it.
I was pretty sure my attraction to Trucker was what brought my nightmares back. They left me unable to sleep at nights because I was terrified I’d wake up screaming and disturb Trucker’s rest.
