Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Fuck.
“You need to leave,” she huffs.
“I can’t. I’d disappoint Nana.”
“You don’t even know her.”
“Not yet, but I will,” I purr, walking closer to the woman who looks like she walked out of my dreams—my very wet dreams. “You going to give me a kiss for being so patient with you?”
“Patient? What are you talking about?”
“Baby, most men they walk in and find your ass waving in the air like I just did, their cock would be balls deep inside of it before you could take a breath. I’m showing a hell of a lot of restraint because your Nana is here. You should kiss me as a thank you.”
“You’re deranged,” she squeaks nearly choking on air as I teased her. The outrage written all over her face gets me almost as hard as her delectable ass.
“The word you’re looking for is horny and I definitely am. I have been since yesterday and it’s all your fault.”
“My fault? I don’t even know you!”
“You will,” I tell her, bending down slightly to kiss her forehead. Then I walk around her to go to the skillet and see to the food.
“What are you doing now?” she squeaks, sounding completely unsure of herself.
“You’re about to burn the eggs, baby,” I explain, not looking up as I stir the eggs and turn the sausage over. “You makin’ biscuits or we doing toast?”
“We usually do toast,” she says.
I look over my shoulder to find her staring at me. She looks more than a little dazed. It’s a good look and once more, I have to force myself not to attack her. I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Maybe that should scare me, but it doesn’t. I have a feeling Georgia Cutter is going to change my life and I’m looking fucking forward to it.
“I’ll finish this up and you get the toast going, then,” I instruct.
“I didn’t invite you to breakfast,” she mumbles, but grabs a beat-up red toaster and starts doing as I ask.
“Your Nana did. She likes me.”
“She’s probably hung over from last night’s hot toddy.”
I laugh. “I think I’m going to like your Nana.”
“Probably,” she sighs, sounding forlorn. “She’s insane just like you,” she adds, making me laugh harder. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to spend time with you,” I explain with an honesty that surprises even me.
“You don’t know me.”
“I will,” I answer at once with a grin as I look at her once again. Then, I start searching the cabinets around me. I grab a couple of plates and put the eggs on one. I line the other with a paper towel for when the sausage is done.
“Why?” she exhales as I hear a round of toast pop up.
I grab a couple more eggs and sausage from the containers on the bar. If I’m going to eat, we’re going to need more.
“Why, what?’ I ask, a little distracted as I try and pay attention to the food.
“Why do you want to know me?”
“Babe,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I think I made that clear yesterday, Georgia. By the way, C gave me the name of the song you were talking about. I like it.”
“You hadn’t heard it?” she asks, obviously surprised.
“Nah. It’s not my usual choice in music, but it’s good. I’m thinking I’ll like it even more when you’re in my arms and we’re dancing to it.”
“Um, there’s only two problems with that,” she says.
“What’s that?”
“Well, first, I don’t know you—”
“You do, and we’ll know each other much better soon. What’s the second reason?” I interrupt.
“I don’t remember agreeing to getting to know you better.”
“What’s the second reason?” I ask again, ignoring the way she keeps challenging me. Georgia Cutter is going to be fun to wrangle. She’s all fire and sass and I can’t wait until I make her purr and beg me for more.
“I don’t know how to dance.”
That makes me stop and turn to look at her. “None of your other men have taken you out to dance on your dates?”
She shrugs.
“Georgia, use your words,” I order, deepening my voice. I’m pleased as fuck when she immediately complies.
“There haven’t been other men.”
“You’ve never had a relationship?”
“No.”
“Why on earth not?” I ask, completely shocked. What she’s saying shouldn’t make me as happy as it does either. Georgia Cutter is a very dangerous woman.
“I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” she huffs.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say shaking my head as I put more sausage on the waiting plate.
“I don’t think so.”
“Everything about you is my business, Georgie.”
“Only my grandmother calls me that,” she grumbles.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, surprised.
“No, I do. It’s just … Everyone else calls me Georgia. That’s my name.”
“I’m not everyone else. Now, if it’s something you only want your grandmother to use, that’s different,” I tell her, turning off the stove. When I turn around. I see her fixing the coffee she had poured earlier. “They’ll be cold now,” I point out needlessly.