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)
“Okay.” I smile, feeling stupid.
I knew what I signed up for…keep it together, fool.
I pull out of his arms determined to do better. He did not come here to put up with my whiny and needy behavior. I’m not his girlfriend, hell…we don’t even know each other.
It is what it is.
I came here to finish Misty’s list and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
It’s time to put my heart in a box and sharpen my sword to prepare for battle.
Tonight…I’m going to fulfill his deepest and darkest fantasy.
Who knows, it might turn out to be mine too.
If déjà vu had an official day, today would be it.
Mr. Doe and I are on the love boat, we went for a walk around the village this morning, and had a late lunch.
We’ve talked and laughed and taken a big hot deep bath and then this afternoon we had a nap, well I slept while he lay on his side and watched me.
We’re acting like an old couple in love and haven’t had sex once today.
Or maybe it’s just that he had enough of my body last night.
I crave his touch and yet at the same time I want to prove to myself that we are more than what we came here for.
Does he feel it too?
I stare at my face in the dimly lit bathroom mirror, my dark hair is loose and I’m wearing my tight red dress and strappy stilettos.
Tonight was our date.
We’ve had dinner and danced; Mr. Doe has wined me and dined me and I can’t imagine a more perfect night. We’re still at the restaurant and it’s 10 p.m. but I don’t want to go back to the hotel because then it will be our last night and when I wake up he will be leaving.
And I know it’s coming…and I know I can’t stop it.
But god, how I want to.
I stare at my reflection. Go out there and do what you came here to do.
“You can do this,” I whisper as I give myself a pep talk.
The door opens as someone walks in and I force a smile and walk back out into the restaurant.
Mr. Doe’s eyes hold mine as I walk toward him, he gives me a slow sexy smile as his eyes drop down to my toes and back up to my face.
“Miss me?” I smile as I take a seat opposite him.
He sips his drink and gives me the look.
“You know….” I smirk. “You shouldn’t look at people like that.”
“Like what…?” He swirls his red wine around in his glass as his eyes hold mine.
“Like you want to do unspeakable things to them.”
Electricity sparks through the air.
“There are no people here.” In slow motion he lifts his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Only you.”
And I feel it, like an undercurrent, the pull toward him is so strong.
“Then you should take only me home and do all the unspeakable things.”
“I intend to.” He raises his eyebrow; our eyes are locked and damn…how is he so freaking hot?
He stands and takes my hand and leads me out of the restaurant, my mouth falls open in wonder as I look up at the sky. “Look, it’s snowing.”
“I ordered it just for you.” Mr. Doe smiles down at me.
“Thank you.” I giggle.
Wouldn’t surprise me at all if he had that power.
I slide my arm under his overcoat and he puts his arm around me as we walk down the sidewalk toward the car. The hotel security guards are with us again and were loitering around out the front of the hotel while we had dinner.
The Establishment sure does offer great security, no wonder it’s so expensive.
One of the security men opens the back door of the black SUV and we climb into the car. Mr. Doe holds my hand in his lap and turns his attention out the window.
He seems lost in his own thoughts and I wonder if he is dreading saying goodbye tomorrow half as much as I am.
As we drive into the snowy night I know I have to count my blessings; no matter what happens in the future, I’m grateful for the time that we have had together…even if it is limited.
It’s been a beautiful day and that was a wonderful dinner date. Probably the best I’ve ever been on.
My mind wanders to the night we are about to have. I have no idea what is about to unfold and I’m nervous and excited, perhaps even a little terrified.
Let’s do this.
CHAPTER SIX
ALORA
We walk into the suite and Mr. Doe takes off his jacket and hangs it up and I walk to the bar. “Nightcap?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I begin to pour our two drinks and he comes and stands behind me, his lips drop to my neck as his arms wrap around me from behind.