Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Hey, sweetheart,” I murmur, watching her closely. I grin because she’s clearly eye fucking me. That’s right, baby. Drink it up. I plan on giving you the ride of your life later.
“You talking to me?” she asks, her voice breathless and so soft that it wraps around me like silk. I laugh at her words. She immediately slaps the palm of her hand against her forehead. “Shoot me now,” she whines.
“Oh, trust me, that’s the last thing I want to do.”
“Hi,” she practically whispers. Her cheeks are red, as she looks at me from underneath her lashes. I’ve never known a shy woman. It’s just not the type of females who gravitate toward me. Honestly, it’s not like I’ve looked at them either. My usual type of woman knows the score and can give as good as she gets. Suddenly, I’m thinking an innocent chestnut blonde woman with soft blue eyes and a bashful blush is all I could ever want.
“What’s your name, pretty girl?”
“Georgia,” she answers. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but her cheeks deepen in color. I should probably worry about whether she’s going catch on fire at this point. The thought makes me grin, because I’m damn sure I would enjoy every damn second of making pretty little Georgia catch fire in my bed.
“Well, hello Georgia. You’ve been on my mind since I saw you yesterday.”
She lets out a startled laugh. The sound echoes in my chest like a promise. It’s pure, sweet, and steeped in innocence. It’s everything I shouldn’t want—but have no fucking desire to resist. “That’s original,” she finally says, reining in her laughter, but still letting an odd giggle escape here and there.
“What do you mean?” I ask, pushing my hands into my jeans’ pockets—mostly to keep from wrapping them around her, pulling her sexy as hell body to mine and fucking her right here against the brick wall of the diner.
“Georgia? On your mind?” she says, but it sounds more like a question as she looks up at me in confusion.
I frown at her, not understanding what she’s saying. “That’s funny?” I ask a question of my own.
“Um, you weren’t using a song as a cheesy pickup line?”
“I guess not, since I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond with a grin. “Although, I am here because I want to take you out, so you can consider this a pickup, but I’m not feeding you any lines other than I want you.”
“Miss Cutter, here’s the other supplies. What would you like us to do next?” A couple kids come stand beside us. There’s a boy and a girl. The male is holding a box that seems to be overflowing. The female is talking. It doesn’t escape my attention that they both move to stand close to Georgia—as if to protect her from me. Very interesting.
“This will work guys. How about you get back to shading and outlining the areas you’re drawing. I’d like to get it all done today—even the clear coat. That way we’re ready to start painting Saturday.”
“You work on the weekend?” I ask her with a frown.
“I work every day but Sunday,” she says.
“Well, that’s going to make it difficult,” I grumble.
“Make what difficult?” she asks, her nose crinkling adorably.
“Us spending time together,” I explain.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen anyway,” she responds, and suddenly the way she’s scrunching up her nose isn’t as cute.
“Why’s that?” I ask, not letting her see my annoyance.
“I don’t date,” she says.
The men behind me laugh. I just grin. “That works for me. I don’t date either.”
Now, she’s the one that looks confused. I find that I’m having fun in this cat and mouse game I’ve started with her. It’s probably more entertaining than it should be.
“Where do you live, Georgia?”
My grin deepens when her eyes dilate so much that I have to wonder if it’s painful. Shock is written all over her. The men chuckle behind me. I ignore it, but as her gaze darts to them I can see hurt leak into her features. That’s a look that I don’t like on her.
“What’s your name?” she asks. She stares at me, and I can literally see her retreat back into herself, her face a mask of indifference.
“Griff,” I respond, still studying her.
“Well, Griff, you better get to your friends. They look impatient to go in and get something to eat. I have work to do.”
She turns around, effectively dismissing me. I continue to watch her as she talks to the two kids.
“Looks like you got shot down, Prez,” Cowboy says with a smirk. Asshole. Just when I was starting to like the son of a bitch.
I flip him off, not bothering to turn around and look at the S-O-B. Their laughter gets louder, but I hear them walking away to go inside. I study Georgia a little longer. She doesn’t bother looking at me, although I can tell she knows I’m still here. I exhale, more than a little annoyed. I’ve never been dismissed by a woman before. I sure as fuck don’t like it from this particular woman. If she thinks I’m going to give up on her, she needs to think again. I’m not giving up. Her playing hard to get just makes me more determined. For now, I’ll let her have her way. What I want to do to her right now, isn’t something I should try with kids around. That’s the only thing saving her right now. She can’t hide from me. I heard the kids use her last name. I’ll track her down. Georgia Cutter is not getting away from me.