Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
But she expected that from a social media site full of keyboard warriors. She doubted any of them would come to her in-person classes and be brave enough to say those same things to her face. She needed to learn to ignore the bad and concentrate on all the good. The compliments. The questions. The watchers who quickly subscribed to her channel.
This might actually work!
She’d have to thank Stone for the idea. She should thank him for the orgasms, too, but she didn’t want to ever speak of it again.
It could be a mistake easily forgotten. A once and done thing. Because she surely didn’t want to have sex with him again. Of course not. That would be foolish. And make things messy.
They had to coexist in this house. Work together for a common goal: taking care of the kids and keeping them safe.
“Spread the cream cheese evenly over the cucumber rounds and top with a small piece of salmon. Then sprinkle with dill or any of your favorite seasonings. And don’t forget the basics: salt and pepper!”
She did it! She got through the first dish. Yes, it was simple, and no, it wasn’t a cooked dish, but it had gone better than expected.
With a smile, she quickly scanned the comments to see if she needed to answer any more questions or clarify any of the steps before she logged off.
Looks delicious!
“Yes, I promise you this combo is delicious! And the recipe is so simple and refreshing. It’s the perfect finger food for any gathering. Especially in the summer.”
Drooling!
I’d do that in a hot second!
Her smile widened. “I’m glad I could motivate you to make these!”
Yummy!
Give me a bite of that perfect peach.
Peach? This dish didn’t include peaches. It was cucumber, smoked salmon and—
A noise made her spin around to see Stone sauntering through the kitchen wearing nothing but his very, very snug boxer briefs.
Oh. My. God.
All his tattoos are on full display, as was his undeniable bulge.
No wonder her audience was going nuts. They weren’t making comments about her food, they were lusting over Stone in his damn underwear!
Suddenly, the temperature in the kitchen became as hot as if she’d been baking all day. Her cheeks were on fire.
Then she spotted something she had missed. Holy shit. He had the same patches on the back of his cut inked into his back! He never told her he was marked like that and last night…this morning…in the bathroom, she hadn’t seen it. Just his…
A breath slipped from between her parted lips.
His MC affiliation was the last thing she wanted her audience to see. Even more concerning was the fact that those very easy to read tats could identify him—who he was and what he represented—as well as identify her and possibly where she was currently living.
Her heart tumbled in her now-tight chest.
That identifiable information could be dangerous. Especially since her YouTube channel was public. And those videos could be easily shared. Even go viral.
She quickly untied the apron she donned earlier, ripped it over her head and dropped it over his. At least that would cover what looked like what was left of his deflating morning wood.
He seriously had the nerve to look offended?
Now truly in a panic, she mouthed, “Get out,” while her back was to the camera.
His eyebrows stitched together as he tugged with confusion at the apron. “Why?”
Trying not to make too much of a scene, she stage whispered, “Get out! They can see you!” Keeping her hand below the counter, she jabbed a finger toward her phone.
When he lifted his head, the creases in his forehead were deeper. “Who?” He pulled the apron back over his head and tossed it on the counter.
Since being subtle wasn’t working, she pointed to her phone propped on the counter, hoping her body was blocking the audience’s view.
His confusion cleared. “You on a video call?”
“No! I’m in the middle of a live cooking demonstration,” she hissed.
Nudging her out of the way, he leaned closer to the phone until his face filled the screen. “People are watchin’ live?”
Oh, good God!
“See those comments rolling up the screen?” Or emojis. Since now it was full of fire emojis, shocked face emojis, drooling emojis, even eggplant emojis, as well as some puking emojis. This time she didn’t think those last ones were meant for the recipe.
When he squinted his eyes and leaned even closer to the screen, another flurry of comments scrolled up at a furious pace. There were so many she couldn’t even catch what any of them said.
With a grin, he smoothed out his beard, combed fingers through his messy bedhead, and stepped back. But of course, wearing a smirk, he immediately shoved his hand down his boxer briefs and scratched his balls.
“Stone,” she groaned. The Earth could open up and swallow her at any time now.