Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“About what?” She licks her lips, rolling them in a way that she thinks is innocent, but when it comes to the bombshell in front of me, it’s anything but.
“You tell me. I’ve got nothing that’s off-limits.” I’d much rather she led and I’ll follow this time. Once I have her in my bed, that’s a whole other story entirely.
“Okay, I’ll go first. What’s your favorite meal?” Letty starts off with the easy questions, so I settle in and go with the flow.
“That’s easy. Anything you make. Whatever you cooked the other day, I could eat that three times a week. Seriously. Steak, potatoes, and a salad work for me for dinner. Lunch is whatever I can grab. Breakfast is coffee and a protein shake, though. What about yours?” A look of shock crosses her face with my answer.
“Wow, my cooking, really?” I give a slight nod, and she continues, “Well, while you clearly like dinner-type meals. I’m definitely more of a sandwich type of person with either soup or a salad, depending on the time of year. My mom, well, we didn’t have a lot for a long time, so she learned to stretch a lot of meals.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“Make something you like next week, please,” I say in response. I’m not going to dig deep and question where her mom is now.
“I can do that. Alright, next question. Favorite color?” She goes with another easy one.
“Blue.” I nod for her to tell me her response as well.
“Red, but not the barn door red, like a deep red. It’s hard to explain, and I don’t see one similar anywhere. Dang.” I let out a chuckle.
“I’ll take a stab at this. You’ve mentioned before you’re saving up money for school. What route are you going for?” I’d love nothing more than to ask her a million and one questions, especially about her past, but I know when to wait a person out. While I might be a real estate attorney now, there was a time when I did a fuck of a lot more. I could pull things out of the toughest of people. With Letty, that’s the last thing I want to do. I’d much rather have her willingly let her past out, to trust me, and to come to me when she needs me.
“Teaching. I’m actually halfway through with my credits. Life happened, like it usually does for most people. Then I had to move when my mom passed away, and I’ve been working to save money ever since.” She lets out a shaky breath, almost as if she’s said too much, when in fact, she hasn’t said nearly enough.
“You’ll get there. Though, I gotta say, if you ever change your mind, you’d be a hell of a chef.” I’m rewarded with a tip of her lips, causing me to do the same, and when she relaxes enough, I get the real smile. And goddamn, does it light something up inside of me.
“Thank you. Working here helps. What about you? Did you always know being an attorney was in your cards?” Can’t blame her for asking me about myself when I’ve been doing the same to her.
“Yeah. Didn’t think I’d go the real estate way at first. I figured criminal law would be where I’d find myself. Then I did a few internships, had second thoughts, which led to family law. Talk about depressing. It was then I settled into real estate law about ten years ago. I’ll dabble in other areas as needed, but on a day-to-day basis, that is what I do.”
“I don’t think I could work in either of those. Honestly, law of any kind doesn’t really appeal to me, which is wild because one day, when I become a teacher, I’m sure I’ll be doing nothing but wading through red tape mixed with some massive rules. It’ll be worth it, though.” Letty continues to doodle while maintaining eye contact with me or looking around to see if any of her tables need anything.
“How’s that saying go, as long as you’re happy. I give you big kudos. Teaching is a labor of love, one that doesn’t get the recognition and praise it deserves, and it damn sure doesn’t pay enough.” She shrugs her shoulders, probably well aware of the financial aspect, like many others are.
“Money doesn’t buy happiness. It usually brings more problems than you’ve ever had before.” Well, fuck me running, she drops another morsel of information about herself inadvertently.
“You’re not wrong about that,” I reply, taking another sip of my water.
“My turn. Which is your favorite thing to do while winding down, watching television or reading? The reading can include audiobooks.” I chuckle at her audio part. There have been countless times I’ve walked into the penthouse and heard voices coming through her phone or glanced down at her phone while she had headphones on, listening to a romance book.