Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Then let’s go to your place,” I say, using my unoccupied hand to hide my yawn.
“I’m not worried. You want to stop at your house to change first or wear something of mine?” I do a quick assessment of myself. Sweaty clothes are a definite ick. The only good thing I have going for me is the change of panties I’ve kept in a plastic bag at the bottom of my purse for the just-in-case moments I’ve experienced in the past few months.
“I’ll borrow something of yours.” I’m surprised he brought it up, but I’m in no mood to be cooped up in my small space, especially when for a long time now, I’ve only really used it to sleep, eat, and shower. It’s made me realize that there’s not enough light; it’s dark and gloomy, the complete opposite of my studio. I miss being there so much, yet I know I have at least until my follow-up on Tuesday before I’ll be allowed to step foot into the dream I’ve created.
“You can shower, too,” he offers as we travel away from Asher and Lennon’s house.
“Thank you.” It’s also then that I notice his group has a certain look when it comes to their vehicles. “Is it a requirement to drive black vehicles?” I ask, noting the remainder of them parked along the street.
“No, but you’d think it would be considering just about all the guys have the same color, if not similar. Jude’s car isn’t here. His classic car is canary yellow, has two black racing stripes down the middle, and he only drives it a few times a month. He takes his daily driver everywhere else or hitches a ride like he did today with Matthew, who prefers white exterior and interior. He’s got this weird analogy that white reflects sun more. As for the rest, well, you can gather they like the same color. Mine came this way, last one on the lot, and I didn’t want to wait a year for the next shipment to come in.” He maneuvers his vehicle with precision, one hand on the wheel, his forearm flexing every time he makes a turn onto another road, and I can’t keep my eyes from looking at him.
“I wouldn’t have expected a sports car from Jude. Jagger, yes, but I also know more about him since Lyric is at the studio more,” I reply.
“Jagger has a hot rod, only drivable off the street. He races it every now and then. I’m pretty sure he’s got a race coming up. You should come with me. The whole crew will be there. The girls usually place bets for a dollar on which car will win. None of them bet against Jag. They know better. The guy always wins.” Luke’s lip tips up in a slow sensual smile.
“I think I’d like that.” I look at the road, realizing we’re going in the complete opposite direction of where my apartment is located. “Do you live near the rest of the guys?” I ask.
“Yeah, Johnny and Winnie are in the building a couple of blocks away. Matthew is around the corner from my place. Jude is in the next town over, preferring a subdivision setting, a lot like Asher. Trent and Kennedy live on a couple of acres, and you probably already know that Jagger and Lyric’s place is as big as the eye can see. She also has her parents’ house, which is next door to Jag’s folks. I think she’s planning on renting it out in the next few months.” I make a mental note to talk to Lyric. Maybe I’ll upgrade from my shoebox apartment. “Then there’s Tysen and Maci. They’re in a condo in a neighborhood. Crew is in the same building as me, opposite wings, so to speak. I’m on the south side; he’s on the north side. I have to be close to the hospital with being on call, and the building is nice with a fuck ton of amenities included.” It’s then I realize we’re near his office, which happens to be near, like he said, the hospital.
“As in walking distance close to the office?” I ask, wondering how close a doctor has to be.
“No, even I’m not that crazy. I don’t think anyone wants to walk three miles in the blazing heat. There are times I’ll take my bike, but those are rare occurrences, like, say, when the weather is below seventy.”
“So, few and far between.” He looks at me, winks, and then his eyes are back on the road.
“Exactly.” Luke makes another turn before pulling up to a gate. He keeps his foot on the brake, hits a button on his visor, and we gain entry. Through the entire ride, he hasn’t let my hand go, even when I attempt to untangle from him. We go up and around each level; I keep looking at the numbers on the concrete wall as they go higher and higher. I swallow back the need to say holy shit balls a few times when we finally land on the fifteenth floor, where he slides into one of the six spots.