LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) Read Online Free PDF

Joanna, they’re going to send us a care package via the cable. It’ll include food, toilet bags, thermal blankets and pillows,” he tells me with a proud grin.
     
    “Does that mean we’ll have to remain here overnight?” I ask with growing concern. This could get out of control quickly, given my raging hormones and his obvious desire for me.
     
    “I’m afraid so,” he states with mock horror. I look into the face of the gorgeous man I’ve just spent twenty minutes making out with and snuggling. He smiles like a villain. Things can only get more complicated from here on in. I’m determined to hold the line.
     

Chapter Four – Three Hours and More
     
    The care packages the rescue crew sends us are more than I could have hoped for. I guess that’s because I expected something very basic. Since Tristan Grant leases this building and pays the salaries of the rescue team, they seem to have thought of everything. Or, maybe Tristan’s been texting them with requests.
     
    In any case, the first small basket that arrives contains the basics of a curtained privacy stall for an indoor privy along with plastic toilet bags that contain odor absorbent sponges for urine and a sort of clay, akin to cat litter, for poop. Who knew I’d ever be so thrilled to have a small shower-sized stall to use for my most personal business? We can even send up the used bags in the basket to remove the odor. Woo Hoo! We set the ‘bathroom’ up in one of the corners. Tristan looks relieved to see it. He’s probably been worried about me losing it and maybe feeling the need too.
     
    “Happy to see the makeshift restroom, Joanna?” he chuckles with an adorable twist to his mouth. My guess is that he’s more than happy for both of us.
     
    “You got that right. I’ve hardly been able to think of anything else,” I announce as I grab a toilet bag and disappear inside the curtain. “Now if you’ll turn on some music and head to the opposite corner, I’d like to give this baby a test drive.” He nods his agreement.
     
    Tristan selects a song by Pink entitled “So What” and it’s loud enough to mask the embarrassing sounds I’m making. I feel like a new woman after I wipe my hands with Purell antibacterial sheets and then turn the space over to him.
     
    The basket also contains bottles of water and bags of already heated meals such as sesame chicken with noodles and beef stew. These are the same type of bagged meals that I sell to the campers at Dayton’s. If the crew is taking requests, I already know which meals are best – at least from the feedback we get at the store. All the campers need to do is heat the water, pour it into the bag and wait five minutes. The rescue crew sends our meals down in a warm, ready to eat condition with utensils. I could get used to this kind of service very easily. Now I see the benefits of being wealthy.
     
    “These guys deserve a raise,” Tristan declares as we finish off our two bags of food. We’re seated on two separate piles of blankets and pillows at this point. I fill the original basket up with all of our trash and send it back up via the cable. I give Tristan a flirtatious smile when I’m done with the task. His aquamarine eyes shine with pleasure and desire at my signal. It certainly doesn’t take much to get him stoked. I love the power I possess over him at the moment. Tonight should be interesting, if not downright delicious.
     
    “It’s amazing how precious the simplest things in life seem when you’re deprived of them for a few hours,” I reflect and gush with pleasure. Satisfying our food and bathroom issues seems like an easy way to make my day in this elevator. Of course, making out with Tristan is the cherry on top.
     
    I’ve been lucky to share the experience with a gorgeous millionaire who, at the moment, seems to want me. Am I next on his menu? I think I have to finesse my situation carefully. All I know is that I’m enjoying the lessons he’s teaching