Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes, getting on her knees. “If you have to.” She walks on her knees toward the end of the bed. “But I need to stop by my house and change my clothes.”
“We can do that, but only if you grab something to wear to work tomorrow.”
“Are you asking me to sleep over again?” She gets off the bed and bends to collect her panties.
“I’m hoping I can persuade you,” I tell her as she puts on her panties.
“Is that so?” she asks me, taking off my shirt and tossing it to the side. “And how is that?”
“I mean, I could tell you, but it’s so much better if I show you.” I lunge for her, and after what feels like an eternity but is really thirty-five minutes, we are heading out and toward her house.
I walk out of the elevator with two cups of ice coffee in my hands, headed toward the office door. Opening it and stepping in, I look around and see that both lights are on in the office. “Hello!” I shout out and then hear a groan coming from one office while in the other office is a laugh.
“Ugh, you again?” Kylie moans. “You were here two days ago.”
I shake my head and head toward her office first. “Does that mean you don’t want the iced coffee I bought you?” I ask her and she looks up from her desktop. “If so, I can enjoy it.”
“Give me the coffee.” She extends her hands and then winces. “Fucking Pilates workout,” she mumbles. “Lexi, your boyfriend is here again.” I shake my head. “He’s being really annoying too.”
A laugh comes from Lexi’s office and I just smile and walk toward her. “Hi,” I say, sticking my head into her office. She looks over her shoulder before she turns her chair around and my eyes travel up her legs that are crossed. “I was in the area.”
“You were in the area?” She gets up and I take her all in. She’s wearing a tight tan skirt around her hips that flares out and falls to the middle of her thigh, with a white short-sleeved, button-down shirt. “Is that so?”
“You weren’t wearing that this morning when you left.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to me.
“I was wearing workout clothes,” she states, putting one hand on my chest and the other hand on my shoulder. “You think I come to work in workout clothes?”
“She should!” Kylie yells from her office. “She comes into the office and looks all official each day. It’s not good for the morale in this office.” Lexi closes her eyes and laughs. “We’re going shopping after work to buy me a whole new wardrobe.”
“Is that so?” My eyes are on Lexi and her eyes are on me.
“That is so. I need a dress for tomorrow’s casino night,” Lexi says, taking a sip of her coffee before kissing my lips and moving away from me.
“So you are coming with me?”
“Obviously she’s going with you,” Kylie says. “She’s got to make sure no one gets next to her man.”
“That is not the reason, but yes, I’m going to go with you. Although, I am hoping to get lucky.” She winks at me.
“The walls in this office are very thin and I just threw up in my mouth!” Kylie hollers.
I walk over to the couch area and sit down. “How is everyone’s day going?”
“Good,” Lexi says, sitting down in her chair.
“Did she tell you what she did today?” Kylie asks, and I look over when I hear footsteps coming into Lexi’s office.
“I didn’t tell him yet,” Lexi huffs, “but I will tell him since I need him to post on his social media.”
“I’ll just give you the login,” I tell her and she gawks at me.
“We can answer all those dm’s that say I love you?” Kylie mocks. “Like yeah, you love him why? Tell me the reason?”
“I would never do that,” Lexi informs her, “but you can be next to me, and if you answer them, then that is between the two of you.”
“Okay, what did you do?” I ask Lexi.
“Well, I figured that a bunch of my family members will be down in a couple of weeks, so I’m going to ask them to bring me, like, a jersey or a stick. I’ll get it and we can put it up for auction on the foundation website to bring in extra funds. So, like, not a big fundraiser but still something.”
“That sounds good,” I say. “If you want, I can ask a couple of the players to donate also.”
“Look at us,” Kylie says, “the dream team.”
I get up then, walking over to Lexi and putting my hands on her armrests. “You coming over tonight or am I coming to your house?”