Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“And we have off the charts sexual chemistry?”
“Absolutely, and I say this from extensive experience,” I say dryly.
“Now that the naked event is over, what’s the dress code for the next event?” she asks cheekily.
“Well, there’s nothing wedding stuff happening today, so I was thinking we could visit Montauk Point Lighthouse. The views are spectacular, and it’s quiet and peaceful. Just you, me, and the ocean.”
Her eyes light up at that, the kind of genuine excitement. “Montauk? I’ve never even heard of it. That sounds amazing.”
Warmth spreads in my chest at her enthusiasm. “It’s a bit of a trek, but I promise it’ll be worth it. You will get your fill of history, see some nice scenery, and maybe even have a little adventure.”
She laughs, the sound bouncing around the room and making my pulse race. “An adventure, huh? Is that your polite way of saying we’re going to find a secluded spot and you’re going to have your wicked way with me?”
I lean back on my elbows, my eyes twinkling. “Exactly. Unless you’re too chicken …”
Her mock offended expression makes me laugh out loud. “Too chicken? Don’t underestimate me, Rhett Remington.”
“You’re right,” I say, the smirk tugging at my lips. “I should know better. You strutted into a room full of strangers in a Jessica Rabbit costume and asked a total stranger out on a date for a dare.”
She stretches, and I can’t help but watch, noting the easy confidence in the way she moves.
“I’ll go and get ready then.”
I watch her walk away, gloriously naked and quite unaware of how much pleasure I’m getting from watching her. At the door, she gives a little shimmy of that fine ass of hers, and flashes me a grin, before making her dramatic exit.
I laugh and realize why I’ve been so drawn to her. It’s not just the obvious attraction, the chemistry, the flirtation, although all of that is more than good, but it’s the fire, the spirit, the unpredictability of her that keeps me on my toes. She is intoxicating.
My thoughts naturally move on to ambushing her in her room and ravishing her, which will get us nowhere. With great determination, I spring out of the bed, streak into the bathroom, and make myself presentable. Afterwards, I put on a pair of jeans, sneakers, a T-shirt, grab a light jacket from the closet, and head out to the kitchen where I switch on the coffee machine. I told Mrs. Parks she could have the day off, so the whole house is quiet as I fry some bacon and make toast. It’s nearly ready when I hear Pippa’s steps on the stairs.
“In here,” I shout, and she comes into the kitchen.
“I’m starving,” she announces as I fill two plates with the food.
She is already munching on the toast by the time I have made us both some coffee and sat down opposite her. Her hair is in a long braid, and I smile to myself, remembering the fight she had with her hair yesterday. She isn’t playing that game again today. She is wearing a cute little black dress with a small red and pink floral design scattered over it and white sneakers. She looks like the most delicious thing at the table.
“You realize this isn’t fair now, right?” she says.
“Huh? What isn’t?”
“This tour guide stuff. You’re bound to win because I only had one day to show you London. This is your second day.”
“And I’m aiming for a third one,” I say with a grin.
“Cheater,” she accuses.
“Well, we can make it fair,” I say.
“I’m listening.”
“I’ll have to come back to London with you so you can have a couple of extra days,” I say.
“I’ll hold you to that,” she says, a strange look in her eyes.
When we finish eating, we step out into the morning sun that is casting long shadows on the driveway. It feels quiet, subdued in a way that’s almost serene after the intensity of last night’s storm and our fucking. I glance at Pippa out of the corner of my eye as we head to my car and smile to myself.
That little dress is going to be real easy to get into later.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Pippa
When we finally arrive at Montauk Point Lighthouse, the view is exactly what he promised me - dramatic cliffs, the ocean crashing below us, seagulls calling in the distance, and the lighthouse standing tall against the sky like a sentinel. He says nothing and lets me take it all in first, watching the way I breathe in the salty tang of the strong sea breeze. A few couples stroll about, marveling at the view, but it’s as promised – serene and quiet compared to the other places he’s taken me.
“You’re going to love this,” he murmurs. The wind lifts his hair and politely drops it back in exactly the same place. “I promised you a bit of history and a bit of adventure, but this place also boasts more than a little romance.”