Page 74 of Trucker
I giggled when my phone vibrated, and I asked the Bluetooth to read his reply.
“I’ll punish you later.”
Didhe mean he was going to tie me up again?
Maybe I could convince him that me blindfolding him was a punishment for me.
My nipples hardened and a beautiful pulse began between my thighs.
“Girl, you’re losing your damn mind.”
But would be up to that?
I drew to a stop at a sign and checked both directions before easing through the intersection. I couldn’t help the surge ofelectricity that shot up my spine at the thought of having that very muscular, sexy as all hell man, with his arms tied behind his back and blindfolded.
Oh,have mercy.
I laughedand still floating on cloud nine, I continued on my errands.
The trip saw me stop in a couple of electronic stores picking up a new laptop with more space as well as a back-up portable hard drive.
She waited until the techs loaded all the software I needed, tried talking her into buying new stuff she didn’t need, and she looked at the cameras.
Finding one she liked, she purchased that too.
I’d broken my old one by forgetting I had set it on top of the car.
When I drove off, it skittered down the back windshield and smashed into the ground.
It was the dumbest thing to have done and for a moment after I realized what had happened, I stopped the car and rested my head forward to the steering.
The camera falling off my car was just the culmination of a shit day—the day I decided I was rich and I didn’t need that job that was sucking me dry of anything positive.
To make it worse, the camera meant something to me as I’d gotten it as a present from my grandfather—the last gift he’d given me.
I procrastinated on replacing it—I’d taken it to a number of repair places, desperately praying someone would be able to fix it.
They all told me the same thing.
I should count my blessing the sim card was still working.
That was a blessing as I hadn’t lost the photographs on it.
There was no fixing the damn thing.
I still had it sitting on my bookshelf in my home office. I couldn’t get myself to throw it out.
As I was climbing back into my car, I noticed a lingerie store at the far end of the mall. Instead of leaving, I drove across the lot, parked in front of it and hurried inside.
The place looked as if red and purple had thrown up in the joint. Irritated there barely had any other colours, I browsed what they had, wondering what colour Trucker would find sexy on me.
He was the kind of man who worked hard, protected his woman, and deserved something a little sexy from time to time. While he didn’t promise me forever, for the time he was with me, I wanted to treat him to something nice.
I spent about an hour trying on things—trying to figure out what would work.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.” I told the saleswoman helping me. “What do you think?”
“Well, it depends on your man—er woman—er person.”
