Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Couldn’t care less.” I put my hands on my hips. “But if you want to tell us your secrets...”
“Took an AMC flight overnight and landed this morning, then got on a flight from Delaware.”
“So you say.” I hold up my hands. “No one can tell if you are lying or not, so we just have to pretend that is what you did. But you could have also just flown in from Virginia.”
“I guess we will never know.” He perches himself on the stool.
“Well, anyway,” Elizabeth interrupts, “you should take a shower before I do.”
“I couldn’t,” he tells her. “It’s not right, you should go first.”
“Or you can take a shower in my bathroom,” I tell Elizabeth, “and then you can shower at the same time.”
“That sounds good,” Elizabeth agrees. “Do you want to follow me and I’ll show you where the bathroom is?”
“That would be amazing.”
“I don’t think you need to show him where it is,” I counter. “It’s the second door on the right.” He nods at me, picking up his backpack and walking away.
“What is your problem?” Elizabeth asks me. “You are being so rude.”
“I’m being rude?” I put my hand to my chest. “I’m not the one pretending I’m the President of the United States with some top-secret bullshit. Who the fuck are we going to tell?”
She rolls her lips. “I’m going to get in the shower and then get ready.”
She turns and walks away. “Remember the house rules,” I call to her retreating back and she turns to look at me, “no nipples in the common area. Must be fully covered.”
“I’ll make sure to knock on Gavin’s door to tell him the house rules.” She turns and walks away from me. I’m about to chase after her when Whiskey scratches at the back door and the doorbell rings.
I get Whiskey and Elizabeth gets the front door. “Hey,” I hear her say, “what are you doing here?”
“Delivering this.” I peek my head around the corner and see Zack with a black bag. “This is for the mystery guest.”
“Dad, she’s not here, you don’t have to talk in code,” Elizabeth chides. “He’s upstairs in the shower.”
“Okay, well, can you give him this?” He hands it to her.
“I’ll give it to him.” I snatch it from her. “He’s in the shower right now, but I’ll put it at his door.”
“Someone is uptight,” Zack states. “Four days to go and we’ll be over all this wedding talk.”
“One can hope,” Elizabeth retorts, getting on her tippy-toes to hug her father, “but I have to go and get ready now.”
I watch her walk away from her father as she tries to grab the bag out of my hand, and I give her a look that says try me. “So hostile,” she says as she struts up the steps and goes into the spare bedroom.
“Have fun tonight,” Zack says, “but not too much fun, we have family lunch tomorrow.”
“Good God, is this ever going to end?” I ask him and he chuckles.
“Soon.” He pulls open the door, slamming it behind him.
“Not soon enough,” I mumble, looking up to see Elizabeth come out of her room with a bag in her hand and walk into my room. “Not soon enough.”
“Elizabeth!” I shout her name up the steps. “We’ve got to go.”
“You can’t rush perfection,” she shouts back at me and I look up at the ceiling. I’m standing at the front door with Gavin, who is wearing black tailored pants and a black button-down shirt. I, on the other hand, went for black pants and a taupe sweater that has five buttons down the front, two of them left open. I can hear her heels clicking on the floor as she comes into view.
Gavin whistles from behind me. “You definitely can’t rush perfection,” he praises and I watch her walk down the steps. My mouth is watering when I see her outfit. Her white oversized knitted sweater falls off of one shoulder, the front is tucked into her black miniskirt that molds her body. But that isn’t what gets my mouth watering, it’s the black thigh-high boots that show you just a hint of her thigh between the top of the boots and the hem of the skirt. Her hair is wavy and draped over one shoulder. “You look—”
“She knows what she looks like,” I mumble. “We have to get going.”
I open the door and hold it open for her and she steps out, followed by Gavin who, make no mistake about it, is checking out her ass.
He holds the door open for her and then his hand so she can step up into the cab of the truck, her skirt rising more, and I grit my teeth as my cock comes alive and stays that way throughout the drive to the restaurant where the joint party is being held. We can hear music already playing and I swear Joshua is going to owe me big-time for this.