Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I'm looking for a good time, a couple of orgasms, and no drama.
"How was your day at work?" he asks as he leans on the counter, resting his elbows on the counter and placing his face in his palms.
"Boring," I say, repeating what I told Bandera because it's the truth.
"No excitement?"
"Steve asked if I hated my breasts since I wore a dress that showed no cleavage," I mutter.
He watches me, eyes doing that shocked, slow-blink thing.
"Excuse me?" he asks as he stands.
The man looks like he's ready to charge to my office and defend my honor.
"He's a creep."
"I can ruin his life in like three clicks," he mutters, but the tone of his voice tells me that he could probably do it in two.
"He's not worth the jail time," I assure him.
He stiffens even further as if he hadn't considered that doing what he threatened would be against the law.
"Let me know if you change your mind," he says, his face still as serious as when I first mentioned Steve.
"Will do," I assure him, but Steve is an idiot I can handle on my own. "I see you found a shirt."
His smile grows as I point to his body.
"If going shirtless makes you uncomfortable, I'll—"
"I wouldn't call it uncomfortable," I begin, but think better of mentioning anything further about just how sexy the guy is.
He hasn't really flirted back with me, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable if he isn't interested.
I don't think I've ever been in a situation like this—left wondering if he has any interest in me at all.
I watch his hands as his fingers flex against the countertop, and I just know that although this man may be really reserved and self-aware, I bet he would be an absolute beast between the sheets. I don't know that he would be a hand-necklace kind of guy, but I can picture him making verbal commands and expecting his partner to listen. Just that thought makes me wonder what he'd do if he got a little pushback and bratty behavior.
"Morgan?"
I dart my eyes from his hands to his face, my cheeks heating a little for getting lost in my head and the path my thoughts had taken.
"Hmm?"
His smile is slow as his throat works on a swallow, and I swear my mind is hip-deep in the gutter. Instead of being able to focus, I'm standing here wondering what the bob of that Adam's apple would feel like against my lips.
"You seem distracted," he says. Either I'm horny and incapable of paying honest attention to the man, or his voice is a little more sultry than it was just moments ago.
"I am," I quickly agree, but I stop short of making excuses or apologizing for my behavior. I don't know if I got started that I'd be able to stop before making a fool of myself more than I already have.
"Do you have plans later?"
I shake my head, knowing this man deserves the respect of me paying full attention to him.
"Want to play darts again?"
I may not be sure he's attracted to me in more than a friendly way, but he does like spending time with me. I don't know if it's because he doesn't like the other guys living here or what, but I'll take the attention anyway I can get it.
Shit. I'm sounding desperate even in my own head, and that's not a good sign at all.
"Has someone repaired the damage we did last time? If not, I don't think that's a good idea."
He chuckles, and I fight the urge to look back down at his hands when he shifts his weight.
"What about a game of pool?" I offer, not wanting to reject the idea of spending time with him entirely.
He cringes. "I'm worse at that than I am at darts."
"How is that even possible?" I ask with a smile so he doesn't think I'm being mean.
His laughter is quick, and there's something to be said for a man who doesn't get upset if his ego takes a mild hit.
"It's a wonder," he replies. "What about the hot tub? That takes no skill."
The skill required for the hot tub is to not climb into his lap and rub myself all over him.
"That sounds like a great idea," I tell him.
"Now?" he asks, and I love the eagerness in his voice.
"Give me like an hour?"
His smile is quick as he dips his head.
I turn to walk away, grinning from ear to ear.
"See you soon, Morgan."
The promise makes me walk even faster toward the stairs.
I don't know that I'll make a move on this man, but I need to be prepared if I do, so a shower and shaving are required.
Robert is already in the hot tub when I make my way out there, and I feel a little disappointed when I see him submerged in the water. The best part of spending time out here is being able to watch him get in and climb out of the hot tub.