His Mrs. Right Read Online Sam Crescent

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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“Okay, babe, okay.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

He chuckled, and she tried not to think about how much she loved that sound, the way his laughter filled her with happiness, or that her pussy grew slick.

She wasn’t a virgin. The men she’d been with had known the score. She loved sex but didn’t want the commitment. Brice sounded like the perfect guy to her. It made her really uncomfortable, though, for him to have been with another woman when they met. She knew it was crazy and her feelings were completely unfounded, but it was like a non-spoken girl code. No woman got with a guy when they were on a date with another woman. Simple as that.

It had been a year since she was with anyone else.

Glancing at Brice, she knew if her parents ever found out, they would be happy with him for her choice.

Pushing all those thoughts to the back of her mind, she focused on the evening ahead of her.

Chapter Four

News just in, loved up and ready to party. Chef and bachelor are something more? We’ll reveal all soon.

The following morning Brice stood in his kitchen making a cup of coffee as he heard the groan coming from the spare bedroom. Lifting his cup, he tried not to laugh as Danielle entered the kitchen.

She dropped down in front of him into a seat.

“I’m dead, aren’t I?” she asked.

“Nowhere near dead.”

“My head hurts.”

“Of course it does.”

She let out a little whimper. “I drank too much, didn’t I?”

“You drank a lot. Believe me, I didn’t even know a woman could handle that much alcohol.”

She covered her face with her hands, groaning. “Tell me I didn’t embarrass you.”

“You said you were a fun drunk, and you are. You like to dance a lot and not talk business or shop.”

“Did I embarrass you?” She winced. “Just tell me.”

“No, you couldn’t embarrass me.”

For the first time in all of his thirty-five years, he actually had fun at a business meet-and-greet. Rather than people prancing around about how important their life and business was, Danielle distracted him with her dancing and fun.

They ended up at a drive-thru, eating burgers and fries before she passed out in his car.

“How did I get here?” she asked, glancing around his apartment.

“I didn’t know where you put your key, and I didn’t want to do a full body search. I figured you wouldn’t mind me bringing you back here.” He moved to his coffeepot and poured her a mug.

“Thank you.” She took a sip. “This is … good.”

“I make shit coffee. I’m aware of that.”

“It’s bad. Really, really bad.”

“I don’t mind.” He laughed as she took another sip and pretty much winced at the taste.

“If you didn’t want to do a full body search, how did I end up naked?”

“You’re not naked.”

“I’m not wearing my clothes.”

“You’re still in your underwear, and I closed my eyes.” He winked at her. He totally didn’t. Stripping her naked and seeing how fucking sexy she was with her full curves had been a nightmare. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but he also didn’t want to fuck a corpse.

Danielle had been out cold.

“You looked,” she said.

He held his hands up. “But I didn’t touch.”

“I don’t know what is worse right now.”

“You’re always safe with me.”

The doorbell rang.

“Who is that?” she asked.

“Food. I ordered breakfast. If you think my coffee is bad, you don’t want me to cook. Believe me, you’d be ill for the rest of the day.” He left the kitchen, heading to the door. He thanked the delivery girl, taking the food and the morning paper.

Dropping the pastry bag in front of Danielle, he ordered her to eat. “It’ll help with your hangover.”

“I don’t think anything will help me.” She whimpered.

“Just eat before I do it for you.” He opened up the paper and saw their images on the front page.

Celebrity chef and millionaire bachelor seen hitting it off at major corporate event.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“You don’t look like it’s nothing. What’s wrong?”

She reached for the paper, and he pulled it away from her.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Why? Has something bad happened?” she asked.

“Nothing bad has happened. You just don’t need to see the paper.”

She grabbed his cell phone.

“What are you doing?”

“You won’t tell me so I’ll search the paper.”

He put the paper in front of her. The image showed the two of them dancing and laughing together. They looked close, and from the picture it did seem intimate.

“Wow.” She picked up the paper.

“I didn’t want you freaking out and worrying about this.”

“Why not? You don’t think this is something to worry about?” she asked, nibbling her lip.

“No, I don’t.” He took the paper from her, folded it up and placed it off to the side. “There’s no need to worry about this. It’s going to be fine.”



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