Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
And this time, I saw it.
"Aha!"
It disappeared as soon as I spoke, of course, but by then it was too late.
"I know what I saw," I told him smugly, "and I totally made you smile."
"You're imagining things."
"No, I'm not." My singsong tone had his lips twitching, but this time I knew better than to point it out. "Do you live around here?" Although I genuinely wanted to know more about him, I was also hoping that little twitch would eventually turn into a smile, which I was willing to bet would be heartbreakingly sexy. "You do, right?"
He grunted.
"I'll take that as a yes, and since you live around here, you probably work around here, too, so..." I studied the way he was dressed as I tried to guess what his occupation was. "I'm guessing you do some kind of ranch work?"
Another grunt, but he also reached for his book at the same time and started making a show of reading it. Too bad for him, though, I was too thick-skinned (and crushing on him too hard) to care. "I don't know much about ranching," I told him, "so if I'm wrong about this, don't laugh—-"
"No."
"I haven't—-"
"Being a cowboy isn't a job title."
Oh my gosh.
Did he just read my mind?
The lengthening silence seemed to prompt Damian into looking up, and he let out an exasperated sound when he saw the way I was staring at him.
"That's it, you know," I told him seriously. "That's the sign we're meant to be. It's serendipity—-"
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
"It is—-"
"Past your bedtime," he cut me off with a pointed look at my wristwatch. "That's what it is."
"Stop treating me like a kid," I protested with a pout. "I'm eighteen, not eight."
"There doesn't appear to be any difference," he retorted, "with the way you're—-" He broke off when I shot out of my seat. "Where—-" He stopped speaking again as I slid into the seat next to him and pressed close, enough to have my already straining breasts brush against his arm.
"There." The breathless note of my voice didn't surprise me at all, considering how hard and fast my heart was beating. "Is there a difference—-"
"Are you like this with every guy?" Damian gritted out.
I quickly shook my head, wide-eyed and breathless at the heat suddenly blazing from his eyes.
"Don't lie," he growled.
I shook my head again, saying vehemently, "I'm not!" And it was the truth. "I promise—-"
"So why me?" he demanded roughly.
"I d-don't know—-"
Damian cursed under his breath, and I jerked in surprise.
"I can feel your nipples, dammit." The heat in his eyes smoldered into a sensual blaze as he spoke, and oh God...
A whimper escaped me as I felt my nipples tighten and poke harder against his arm.
Oooooh.
The look in his glittering blue eyes was feral now, and he looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
"This is fucking crazy, damn you."
I just kept shaking my head. It was the only thing I felt capable of doing, my mind no longer functioning properly. No guy...just no guy had ever made me feel this way before, and I could barely keep myself still on my seat.
"Goddammit."
But even as he kept cursing the situation we found ourselves in, he didn't move away, and I didn't fail to notice the way his nostrils flared the moment he saw me nervously licking my lips. Whether he admitted it or not, he wanted this, too, and the realization made me feel heady and ache in places that had never ached before.
"Serendipity," I whispered. Heaven had blown me another kiss, and it was pointing to Damian's direction.
"Fuck serendipity."
And Damian shot out of his seat, leaving me to gape in surprise as he strode away without even looking back.
"Wait!"
But he was already out of the lounge room, and I found myself running after him.
"Will you please wait?"
He was angry. That was obvious enough, and while I had a feeling I was the one who made him angry, I had no idea how that happened.
"Damian, please!"
He was only several steps away from the hotel elevators now while I still had a few meters to catch up to. I started to run...but ended up gasping out as I crashed into another hotel guest. The guy had just entered the lobby, and if not for his quick reflexes, I'd have completely fallen on my butt.
"Whoa." The stranger helped me regain my balance and I rubbed my temple, which seriously hurt. "Are you alright?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but it was Damian's icy voice that responded to him first.
"She's fine."
My head jerked up as long strong fingers curled around my wrist, and I only caught a glance of the other guy's bemused expression...just before Damian started dragging me towards the elevators.
"Where are we going?" I asked breathlessly as we stepped inside the first elevator that opened its doors.