Chapter Eighteen
Jonah
I studied her from outside the store. She pushed her glasses up her nose as she read a file at her desk. Snow had begun to fall, but the light from her desk made it easy to watch her.
Her long blonde hair hung in heavy waves to just above her bottom. Her white blouse was buttoned to the center of her cleavage, and when she moved, I got a great shot of her plump boobs.
My gaze trailed down her torso, to her long, toned legs and to her shoes that she slipped on and off her heel while she thought.
I grew angry, so I flipped up my sunshade on the windshield and pressed into the warm leather seat to take a moment to calm myself. My next move wasn’t for two hours, so I set my alarm and closed my eyes.
“Hey.” She slapped my face, and I fell to my knees as the pathetic
