Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Fine.” I sigh as I put my arms into the sleeves, he does up the zipper and pulls the waist cord to tighten it snug. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my sex and gives me a squeeze before turning back to his suitcase. “Now….” He passes me a pair of leather gloves. “These will keep those pretty little hands warm.”
I hold out my hands and he puts them on for me. “Can we go now, Boss?” I ask.
“We can go now, Doe.”
We’ve somehow arrived at nicknames for each other, he’s Mr. Doe and I’m Doe.
I’m wearing my oversized beanie, huge jacket and gloves the size of flippers. “I feel ridiculous.” I smile up at him.
“That’s because you look ridiculous.” He dots the tip of my nose. “Now…where are you taking me on our date?” He breaks into a slow sexy smile and my heart skips a beat; he has the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Big blue eyes and pouty kissable lips. His hair is dark and has a curl to it and his stubble creates a shadow over his square jaw.
Probably the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, but maybe that’s just because he’s a sex god and I’m still drunk on his pheromones. He’s released so much oxytocin into my bloodstream that it’s a wonder I’ve survived the overdose.
We walk to the door and out into the corridor. “At least nobody will be able to recognize me in this abominable snowman outfit,” I say as we arrive at the elevator and push the button.
“Lucky you.” He twists his lips as if unimpressed.
Oh…shit. I didn’t even think when I asked him to leave the resort. If he’s seen here, will it have implications for him on the outside? “It is okay if we leave, isn’t it?” I ask him.
“Well, too late now, isn’t it?” he mutters as we get into the elevator and turn toward the doors.
Does he have someone on the outside?
Shit….
The reason he came here flashes through my mind, we have to do that for him when we get back. I don’t want him to go home with regrets.
He came here with a goal and I need to make sure we get it done.
The elevator doors open and we step out into the foyer, he walks slightly in front of me out through the front doors of the resort and down the driveway.
I scamper to keep up, and once at the end of the driveway and out onto the country road he turns to wait for me.
“What’s the rush?” I ask.
“We’re in a fucking kink club, Doe. Not something I want as common knowledge. What if I know someone in there?”
“Oh….” I hadn’t thought of that. “Well, if they’re also here, they have a hidden kink too.”
He chuckles and I link my arm through his as we walk. When I breathe out, fog comes out of my mouth. “It is cold.”
“Like I told you.”
“Does it snow where you live?” I ask.
“Yes.” He glances down at me. “Not from where you’re from?”
“No.” I think for a moment. “I’ve only seen snow once before.”
“What?” He seems surprised.
“Yeah, it was on a school trip. We went to the Rockies. It was a ski trip, although I didn’t ski.”
“Why didn’t you ski?”
“We couldn’t afford the ski rental costs so I just watched my friends.”
“How much was the ski rental?”
I shrug as we walk. “I don’t know, I think it was like sixty-five dollars. My dad had already taken a second job…third job, actually, so that I could go on the trip at all.”
He listens as we walk.
“My mom died when I was young and….” My voice trails off.
He stays quiet as he waits for me to finish.
“My dad had to give up his full-time day job to look after us, he worked night shifts so that we could stay overnight at Grandma’s. We just scraped by, so any extra activities were a treat.”
He nods once as if acknowledging my story and we walk in silence for a while.
“How many siblings do you have?” he eventually asks.
“I have a sister and a brother.” I kiss his shoulder. “Do you have any siblings?”
“I have a sister and a brother too.” He smiles as if thinking of them fondly. “They’re the light of my life.”
“That’s nice.” I smile. “And your parents?”
“I lost my mother too.”
My face falls. “Oh no. How?”
“Car accident.”
“Did your family struggle?” I ask as I look up at him.
“Very much so, we still do.”
My heart aches for him, what are the chances we share that same grief?
“What do you do for work?” he asks to change the subject.
“I’m a math teacher.”
He frowns as if surprised. “Would never have picked that.”
“Well.” I shrug. “Numbers are my thing, what can I say.”
I walk along and I have a question on the tip of my tongue that I’ve been dying to ask. “Are you wealthy?”