Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Exactly.”
She froze and turned to face me, confusion and suspicion written on her beautiful face. “Oh. Then, thanks. I’m starved.” She poured a mug of coffee for herself and then another for me, and brought them to the table. “So,” she began between sips of coffee.
“So?” I set the bacon and toast down and went back for the butter and preserves before sitting down across from her, watching her.
“Last night was amazing.”
I smiled. “It was beyond amazing. Some might even say unforgettable.”
Her cheeks turned pink again. “And they would be correct.” A slow shiver shook her body, and she grinned wider. “You are quite the surprise, Brock.”
“Thank you. I think.” I piled food on my plate and sat back, still watching Sela. She was beautiful, and she knew it, but she had no idea just how beautiful she was, which only made me like her more. Want her more. “What’s on your schedule today?” Why the hell was I trying to prolong our time together? It was, again, not something I did regularly, but there was just something about her.
Sela finished the slice of bacon and slowly licked her fingers, her gaze riveted on my face as if she was trying to figure out my motives. She grinned softly. “What do you have in mind?”
I let out a loud bark of laughter. “Such a dirty girl. Not that, well not just that. Other things too.”
“Do I get to know about these other things?”
I shrugged. “That depends. Do you want to spend the day with me, Sela?” I held my breath and waited, for the first time in a long time I wasn’t sure what her answer would be. Most women would’ve already jumped at the opportunity to spend a day with me, dreaming of expensive meals, sparkly gifts, but Sela kept me on my toes. She was attracted to me. I think she even liked me, but she wasn’t sure about me or maybe it was herself she wasn’t sure about, either way it ended up with me not knowing where I stood with her.
“Can I pick what we do?” There was a gleam in her eyes that I didn’t particularly like.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the voice that shouted at me to fake a phone call and an important meeting, instead I found myself nodding slowly. “Sure.”
She pulled her lips in between her teeth, fighting a smile that ultimately won. “Excellent.” She stood and clapped her hands together. “I need to do one errand first, which I can do while you get pretty for the day?”
I laughed. “What’s your errand?”
She shrugged and looked away. “I need to collect some boxes from around town and drop them off at the Food Bank. Thanksgiving is around the corner, and people need help filling in the gaps.”
Nope, I will not like her even more for being a do-gooder. “I’ll meet you at the Food Bank in thirty minutes. Is that enough time?”
“Should be.” She nodded, her gaze swept over my body slowly and her gaze filled with heat. “Don’t you want to know what we’re doing?”
“No. I’m curious to see what you’ll pick for us to do together. Outside the bedroom.”
“Who says a bedroom is necessary,” she asked in a teasing tone. “We certainly didn’t use one the first time around.”
My jaw clenched, and I groaned. “If I don’t leave now, we’ll never get out of this house.” My hands itched to touch her again, to test her and see if she was wet for me again. To be the one to make her wet. Again.
“Sounds like a really amazing consolation prize.”
I leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Agreed, but what about those hungry families.”
She froze and took a step back, arms stretched out to put more distance between us. “An excellent point, and one I’ll reward you for later. When bedroom activities commence.” She wiggled her brows and placed a hand on my chest before she walked away, presumably to get dressed for the day.
When I saw her next, she took my breath away. “That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen in my entire life.” It looked like someone had taken pieces of different carpets and strung them together to make an oversized hoodie with a turkey silhouette on the front.
Sela looked down at her sweater as if she didn’t know what she was wearing and then back up at me with a wide grin. And then she burst out laughing. “It’s so awful that it’s kind of great, right?” Her blue eyes sparkled, and she spread her arms wide, spinning in a circle. “Come on!”
Fifteen minutes later we stood in line for the last place I expected her to choose. “The carnival?”
She shook her head. “The Gratitude Carnival,” she clarified. “It’s a good time, I promise.”