Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
At that moment, I realize how little clothing she has on. She’s wearing a pair of tiny sleep shorts that highlight her killer legs and a thin sports bra. Which I doubt would provide adequate support for any actual sport.
"Piper?" He calls out my name again, and this time, his tone carries a hint of an edge to it.
"I'm here." I go to step out of my room, but Ciara is blocking the way.
"And who are you?" Ciara folds her arms under her chest, causing her breasts to push up and nearly spill out of her bra.
"I’m Piper's."
At least I think that’s what he says, but I’m probably mistaken.
"Yours?" Ciara asks.
"Can you move?" he says and then shifts until his eyes are on me. Something like relief washes over his handsome face. "Can you move?" he repeats to her, but this time with a bark of authority. It almost makes me want to move too.
Ciara steps out of the way, and Landon shifts past her, making sure he doesn't touch her in the process.
"You're here," I say stupidly. Yeah, he's here, Piper. You can literally see him.
"You should have waited for me. I would’ve come with you. Are you getting all your stuff?" He glances over the top of my head into my bedroom.
“I thought I should grab a few things.”
“A few?”
“Yeah, until your house manager gets back or whatever.” I shift on my feet.
“It’s not until he gets back. We agreed you’d be moving in. I made a contract.”
“You did?” I know he said that, but I didn’t think he’d really drafted one.
“Yes.” He looks surprised—like obviously he will do what he says he will. “Your building's front door is broken.”
“I know. It’s not really that big of a deal.” I try to downplay it because I’m embarrassed at how terrible this place is compared to his. Even now, he’s totally out of place in his tailored suit while standing in my bedroom.
Our apartment isn’t dirty, but it’s run-down. I tried to spruce my room up with a coat of paint, but it didn’t really help. I didn’t have money to do much else, plus I didn’t want to spend more on a place I was renting and hated.
"We also have a broken lock on our door," Ciara chimes in. She’s lingering in the hallway listening to our conversation. "And she signed a lease so she can't ditch us."
"I'll keep paying my rent," I tell her, though I can't see her. Landon is looming in the doorway, and he’s taking up all the extra space. "I can keep this place for now but stay with you while your house manager—"
"You're moving in." Landon's words come out with finality. I see him take a deep breath, and then his tone softens. "It's for the best."
I think Landon's kid gloves slipped off for a moment there, but he's quickly putting them back on. It's adorable, not that I plan on telling him. I’m not sure he’ll appreciate being called adorable. Plus, when he issued the order, it was sort of hot. Getting bossed around shouldn't be a turn-on, but here we are.
"Okay." I nod in agreement.
"Good girl," Landon says and steps past me. "What all do you want to take?" He surveys the room like he’s trying to decide how much he can carry at once. "If you don't take any of the furniture, I can order new things."
“We could use new furniture here,” Ciara says, and I close my eyes, wondering when she became so chatty.
Could this get any more embarrassing? I’ve already heard Landon’s not so subtle suggestion that he doesn’t want me to take any of my furniture. Truthfully, I can't blame him on that one. The furniture in here came with the apartment, and it’s crap.
Landon turns toward her, and I see the harsh expression on his face. Ciara mutters an apology, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing.
“I wish I could shut people down like that,” I say to him when he looks back at me. “It’s your superpower.”
“It comes with the job.” He winks at me, and I swear it makes my body heat.
“Oh, so they teach it in law school?”
“I perfected it myself,” he teases, and I snort a laugh. “You should have called. I would have come to help.”
“You had work, and I can handle this.” I wave my hand around my room. “Besides, I’m supposed to be making your life easier.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t handle it. I’m saying I want to help.”
“Really? Isn’t moving supposed to be the thing people hate?”
"You admit you're moving in then?" He lifts a brow in challenge.
"Lawyers and their word games." I shake my head at him.
"I'll use whatever skill I have to get you back home."
All my insides melt at his words. He's so dang sweet. "Okay then. Let's grab my things and go. We have a little one waiting for us."