“Okay,” I breathe out as my mind starts to race.
Now I have a lot of unanswered questions swirling around in my head. Where the hell am I going to stay? I didn’t see a motel or anything when I was driving in. I didn’t see a B&B either. How long am I going to be stuck here?
“It shouldn’t take more than a week,” Oliver continues, his voice trying to be reassuring. But there is nothing reassuring in his words.
My stomach drops and I screech, “Shouldn’t take more than a week?”
That means it’ll be almost Christmas when I’m ready to get back on the road. I wanted to be through the Midwest and into the Southern states before the New Year rolled around. I wanted to be out of the snow zone.
But now he’s telling me that I’ll be behind a week? What the hell am I going to do?
The bell above the door to the shop makes a noise and I look in that direction to find the hottie librarian I met earlier entering Storyville’s Stories. I suck in a breath, totally forgetting about being on the phone.
Elwood being a librarian doesn’t make any damn sense in my head. He doesn’t look like any librarian I’ve ever met before. I would have spent more time in Seneca Falls’ library if a man like him was working there.
Talk about sex on two legs. He’s got it all in spades. First, there’s his body. He’s muscular, his strength on full display with the way his sweater is pulling across his chest and bunching deliciously with every movement he makes.
His dark hair is styled away from his face, a face complete with a chiseled jaw and full fucking lips I’m a little jealous of. He’s a damn good-looking man.
Then you add in the glasses.
I was bombarded with hot librarian fantasies I never imagined having. It wouldn’t be a hardship for him to lift me and press me against the stacks to fuck me. Then there is bending me over one of those return carts before gripping my hips and filling me with his cock.
Yeah, all the naughty thoughts were going round and round in my head the moment I met the man. And now he’s here and I have to squeeze my thighs together in the hope of getting some kind of relief for the ache I’m experiencing.
His shoulders drop with something that might be relief when he spots me. His icy blue eyes bore into me as he stalks in my direction.
“Ms. Hollyn,” Oliver calls out and I jolt a little, not realizing my hand holding my phone had been slowly drifting down toward the table. I jerk slightly as I put it up next to my ear again.
After clearing my throat, I respond, “Yes, sorry. I’m here.”
“I understand that a week isn’t what you wanted to hear, but I’m sure there is plenty to keep you busy in town.” Somehow, I doubt it, but I keep that opinion to myself; it’s not like I don’t know about the pace of small towns considering I grew up inone. “We’ll get the work done as quickly as possible to get you back on the road.”
“Okay, Oliver,” I try to keep my voice steady even though part of me wants to scream and take all my frustration out on the man delivering the bad news, “thank you. Keep me updated?”
“Of course,” he assures me before promising to let me know when the parts come in so they can get started on the fix.
I nod absently, my eyes moving up and down Elwood as his large body looms over the table I’m sitting at. He would dwarf the dainty table if he sat down. Is it because the table is small or is it because he’s just that big?
Either way, the part of me that wants him to sit so I can crawl into his lap is very loud in my head. Too loud.
I’ve never been the kind of person to rely on a man, or anyone really. It’s easier that way.
Whenever I’ve tried being in a relationship, the guy didn’t want me for me. They wanted to change me, which was never going to happen.
They wanted to make me brighter and more upbeat. Honestly, they wanted a cheerleader, someone to stand on the sidelines of their life with pom-poms while wearing a short skirt to cheer them on. Would they do the same for me? Nope, not even a little bit. Did they care that I would never be a cheerleader kind of girl? Nope, that was immaterial.
Needless to say, those relationships never lasted. They wanted someone like Hillary and picked the wrong girl. I learned a long time ago not to apologize for being me, and I wasn’t going to change myself for a man or anyone else.
After the call is over, I’m left staring up at Elwood. Hopefully, I don’t have a look of awe on my face; that would be embarrassing as hell.
Without me offering, the man sits down in the chair across from me, his light blue eyes intense and focused like he’s capable of reading my mind. It’s for the best that he’s not because right now I’m wondering if everything on this man is as large as I think it is.
“How long is it going to take for the Easton brothers to fix your car?” His voice is curious, his gaze taking me in like he’s soaking me up while not wanting to miss a drop.
“Um,” I uncomfortably shift in my seat, but it’s obvious that he wants the answer, “it could take a week. The parts won’t even come in for a few days,” I admit honestly.
My shoulders slump as I realize just how screwed I am. The only good thing about this situation is having a few days to get some work done on my computer. That is the nice thing about my job, I can do it anywhere I have an internet connection.
