The Lucky in Love Collection by Lauren Blakely

Author:Lauren Blakely [Blakely, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Dog Press
Published: 2020-11-09T18:30:00+00:00

13

Derek

I wake up feeling like Mark Zuckerberg.

At least, I bet that dude wakes up like the sun is shining for him.

Billionaires must feel fantastic in the morning, stretching their arms, enjoying their downy-ass pillows and fluffy-as-a-feather ten-thousand-thread-count sheets.

Or wait—do they sleep on greenbacks? Roll around on top of large bills all night?

Regardless, I’m sure they’re comfortable at night, and I bet they feel rested as a hairy armadillo. My niece told me those little roly-polies sleep twenty hours a day, so they’re another creature who are surely some well-rested mo-fos.

I wake feeling something else too. An early riser. No surprise, there’s my clockwork morning wood.

But it’s a brand-new day, because none of my sister’s kids jump on me on the couch.

Halle-privacy-please-lujah.

With no worries about bumping into little ones, I swing my feet to the floor and walk straight to my own bathroom, my dick pointing the way.

I enjoy a long, hot shower and take care of business.

One thing remains the same though. My, ahem, inspiration.

Yup, I’m still using the same image. Red hair, pouty lips, tight body, and a uniform. There is something insanely sexy about a woman in a uniform. Man, I’d like to see Perri stroll through the door tonight all in blue, aviator shades on, cuffs at the ready.

For me to use on her.

She’d look spectacular shackled to my bedposts.

And there we go. Good morning to me.

By the time I’m out of the shower, I’m fresh and clean, ready to tackle the day.

I get dressed and head downstairs so I can say hello to my new housemate, but I find an empty kitchen.

My shoulders sag a little. I wave a hand, dismissing the thought that maybe I was looking forward to seeing her. I’ll see her tonight.

I spot a chalkboard perched on the counter next to the fridge.

It’s a cute little thing, resting on an easel, with an assortment of chalk in pastel shades resting on the ledge beneath it. She's written a note in lavender chalk.

Does she wear lavender lace lingerie too?

Hmm. Where is the laundry room? She did say she was washing her clothes last night.

Wait.

I’m not that big a pervert, or a Peeping Tom. I’m not going to check out her dirty—or clean—laundry.

Besides, a woman like her definitely wears sexy underthings.

I read her note.

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