Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
It breaks my heart thinking about that changing. I’m so used to having him around our place, that the thought of him not being there leaves a hollow pit in my chest. But apart from checking on me, there isn’t much reason for him to visit anymore.
“You should wear suits more,” I say, trying to steer my thoughts away from the negative. “They look good on you.”
Rex smiles and looks down his body as if inspecting the ensemble. His usual style is a pair of dark blue jeans and a neutral t-shirt. Generally black, but I’ve seen the occasional dark grey or silver.
“You think so?” he asks, taking a long sip of stout. We’ve gotten the eating part of out of the way, and now it’s time for drinks to drown out the horrors this week brought. “I always thought suits were stuffy, hot and pretentious.”
“They are. Doesn’t mean you don’t look good in them,” I gulp at my own straightforwardness.
Silly, I know. The statement wasn’t even serious. Just a compliment that could, and probably will, be taken as an offhand comment. Something to say in a lull of conversation.
Yet, no matter what I say around this man, I get nervous. Something as simple as you look good in suits, makes me feel like I’ve crossed a line, while a swarm of butterflies engulf my belly.
“Well, if you like ‘em, maybe I’ll wear them more often,” he plays it off cool, shooting a charming smile my way. “But you know that means you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, right? Ain’t no way in hell I’m wearing these monkey suits without a captive audience.”
He leans back in his chair and his smile turns delightfully sinister.
“Oh, God, you don’t know how happy that makes me to hear.” Another sentence that makes my cheeks feel like they’re about to burn to crisps. Maybe it’s the booze talking, or the massive blow I suffered with my dad’s passing, but I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut. Anything that pops into my head, slips out of my lips without a second thought.
“Really?” He raises a brow. “And why’s that?”
Shit … he called me out on it.
And that puts me in a bit of a strange predicament. The floor is open now, speak honestly and tell him everything that’s been running through my mind for years, or cover it up with some sweet, heartfelt message of not wanting to be alone.
“Because I don’t like to think about a world without you in it,” I say. The best of both worlds. Not wearing my heart on my sleeve and divulging every naughty little secret I’ve got about him, but telling him just enough to gauge his reaction.
The way his lip coils up in a smile makes my heart melt straight between my thighs.
God, he’s handsome. Rugged, manly, with a strong jaw and a permanent five o’clock shadow which covers a scar running from his lower lip all the way down his chin. His eyes are like pure gold, and they have a strange glow about them when I answer. Almost like they’re sparkling in delight, as if he never had any intention of disappearing on me to begin with.
“Y’know, I was just thinking about something similar,” he says. “My world wouldn’t be as bright without that smile in it.”
It takes Rex saying it for me to notice. I’m smiling from ear to ear and it’s all because of him. Partly out of embarrassment, I suppose, but mostly because this is going so much better than I expected.
“I missed seeing you smile, Kitten,” he says nonchalantly when I don’t respond. Filling the blank space with a compliment that knocks the wind out of my lungs and leaves me wanting to jump over this table and kiss him right here.
Hearing him call me Kitten makes it harder to stay put. At some point in my life, his nickname for me changed from a cute title to a lustful call that tickles the darkest recesses of my dirty mind.
Must be the way he says it, low and husky. As if it’s meant for the bedroom.
“You’re gonna make me blush, Rex.”
“You already are,” he calls me out on my lie. “Haven’t stopped since we sat down.”
“Well, can you blame me?” I flutter my eyes at him. “Not every day I sit across the table from a handsome, suited man, who makes me feel like the only girl in the world.”
Rex’s jaw flexes and his eyes harden at my comment.
Fuck, I said something wrong. Pushed too hard. But things were going so well … weren’t they?
As quickly as the sternness came to his face, it vanishes behind a smoldering gaze that could melt my panties off.
“Gotta be careful talking like that, Kitten.” He’s trying to keep things light and playful, but there’s deep severity in the undertones. “You might wake up a lion.”