His Needs (Curvy Women Wanted)

She released a gasp as it did exactly that, taking her breath away and making her smile. The water soon warmed up, and she allowed the warmth and soothing scents of her soap and shampoo to loosen her up.

It had been a long day at the salon. So many clients. Many of them talking about what a dream Jared was.

She couldn’t care less.

The more they talked, the angrier she became. It would seem Jared was the man of the moment. The guy they all wanted. The one man not tied down.

She didn’t even want to think about what else they had said. How rumors of his prowess had spread far and wide.

Apparently, her roommate had a very large dick and knew how to use it.

It wasn’t like this came as a shock to her. Many of the girls in high school had been endless gossipers. There were often times she was in the bathroom and overheard them all talking about what a great time Jared had given them. She didn’t care about their experiences. None of them. Just thinking about them all forced her to wrinkle her nose. It was gross. No doubt about it.

Gina didn’t have a whole lot of experience when it came to the opposite sex. She’d only had one boyfriend since leaving high school. There was no point in counting her teenage years, as nothing had happened during that time. Not a damn thing. No guy had been interested in her.

Which was a good thing because she had no interest in them either.

No one had wanted to be her date for prom, so she’d spent it watching movies with her mother and eating lots of junk food.

Her parents were currently away on a cruise they’d randomly won. They’d been so excited about it. Gina had checked to make sure it wasn’t a scam, and when she was sure it wasn’t, she’d been excited for them. While they were away, she took care of their house.

They had offered her to come stay in her old bedroom, but Gina didn’t want to live with her parents again. She’d been living on her own for some time. She loved her parents, but they had their own set of rules to follow.

Gina turned off the shower and wrinkled her nose. She’d turned into her parents.

Rules. Structure. She cringed just thinking about it. This wasn’t good.

Wrapping a towel around her body, she put her clothes in the laundry basket. There was a communal laundry room near the basement. She waited once a week to do her laundry.

Gina opened the door and stepped out, only to face-plant into a large, muscular chest. She looked up, and sure enough, there was the pain in her ass, finally in the flesh.

“About time!”

Jared glanced down at her towel-covered body, and his brows rose. He’d been able to do that little action when they were kids. She had tried for hours to do it, but she’d failed.

He did it without even thinking, or so that what was it looked like.

“Better late than never, but I had no idea you were going to miss me this much. You had to take a shower to cool off.”

“Hell, no. Trust me, this has nothing to do with you. You know, I should have suspected that you wouldn’t take this seriously. I’m trying to make sure we can handle living together in this apartment, Jared. Rules and boundaries are going to make that happen, but you cannot even follow a simple request. This is high school all over again.”

“If you must know, I was working.”

“Please, the garage closed two hours ago.”

“Yeah, but Phil got a call to a nasty accident. We’re a tow truck as well as a garage. Three-car accident. One of the cars is mangled beyond repair. We had to wait for the ambulance to get there.”

“Oh, God, is everything okay? Did anyone get hurt?”

“No, thankfully, it was all fine. The cars are not, but that’s what took so long. We had to wait for the cops to allow us to take the cars away. It took multiple trips.”

Now she felt so freaking insensitive.

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Gina was wet, in nothing but a towel with her wet body pressing up against the plush fabric.

Jared had never wanted to be a towel before, but looking at Gina, he wanted to be pressed against her body. She held the towel together, and with the way she held her arms, it pushed those tits up to perfection.

He did have every intention of getting home on time. Only, Phil had said he needed his help, and it was true. The cars were a mess. They had to wait to talk to the owners tomorrow. The mangled car wasn’t going to make it. No amount of TLC would save it. The other cars he could fix though.