Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
My heart is jackhammering in my ears.
Not only am I putting my aunt’s position at the resort on the line by fraternizing with a guest—in the most egregious of ways…
I can’t believe I’m going to give him a blow job.
That I was so bold about implying I’d do it.
I don’t really know what came over me, except, well…he looked insanely hot in sweatpants, no shirt, and those giant headphones. Especially after he came to my rescue, comforted me afterward so sweetly, and gave me a drawing of the Milky Way.
Like, I want to get on my knees for him. Is that a bad thing to admit?
Oh my gosh.
I think I might be falling for this rich boy. Which is a scary thing to admit because there is no way this works out long term. Sure, he jokes that we’re going to be together longer than his stay at the resort, but maybe that’s a standard thing men say to women they want to sleep with. How would I know when I’ve never even had a boyfriend?
Calm down.
I need to calm down.
I stop outside his door and take a deep breath. Before I’ve even let it out, the door opens, and I’m pulled inside before it’s slammed shut behind me. I’m wrapped in two strong arms and all but tackled against the door.
“Angel,” he groans into my neck. “I missed you so much.”
Instantly, I’m attuned to him, my scattered thoughts organizing themselves. I have nothing to be nervous about with Tripp. He’s wonderful. Earnest. Physical. Honest. We’ve…connected more than I could have imagined connecting with someone who grew up so differently from me.
“You just saw me this morning,” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“It’s too long,” he half-shouts just above the crown of my head.
“Shhh,” I scold him with a playful swat. “Getting caught off the clock with a guest would be bad enough, but coming here on my lunchbreak? I’d be cleaning out my locker.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I’d never let that happen?” He nudges up my chin. “You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with me.”
“I don’t know what it’s like not to worry.”
“I can show you,” he whispers, tracing his thumb along my bottom lip. “Did you decide if you’re coming tonight?”
“Still thinking about it. Don’t be greedy.”
Growling, he tosses me up into his arms. “Too late. I want all of you, Vida.” He fists my hair and tugs it back, swooping in to take a love bite out of my throat. “Every sexy little inch.”
When he turns to carry me in the direction of the bedroom, I start to wiggle around in his hold, and his eyes darken instantly. “I can’t imagine anyone in this world not wanting you,” he rasps.
“Yale didn’t want me,” I quip, absently. It’s an offhand comment, though the rejection from my dream school is always lingering in the back of my mind.
I’m surprised when Tripp stops short of the bedroom threshold.
“You applied to Yale?” His gaze races over my face. “You wanted to go to Yale?”
“Yes.” I wave a hand. “But I’m happy where I ended up.”
He narrows his gaze on me. “No. You’re not.”
The fact that he can read my mind has me swallowing hard. “I mean, everything happens for a reason, right? I’m supposed to go to Dartmouth.”
“Unless you’re supposed to go to Yale,” he says, sounding thoughtful. “With me.”
Uh-oh. “Tripp, I don’t like that tone of voice.”
A few seconds of silence pass. “Just let me take a look at your application?”
I’m already shaking my head. “I’m not going to let you pull strings for me. I’ll be fine.”
“I won’t be fine. I mapped the drive to Dartmouth. It’s two and a half hours away from me.”
He brings our heads together and continues walking us into the bedroom, laying me down on the most comfortable mattress imaginable. In two swift yanks, he takes off my shoes and tosses them away, coming down on top of me in nothing but a fresh pair of sweatpants, his skin smelling clean from a shower.
Suddenly, there I am, lying beneath the resort’s most powerful and influential guest, in my maid uniform.
So enamored with him, I can barely breathe.
“Will you please just send me the application, angel?” He cajoles, easing my hands up above my head and pinning them there, his mouth perched on top of mine. “I will never ask you for anything again. As long as I live.”
“Hold on.” I’m giggling beneath his huge body, my knees tugging upward and sliding open so he can sink down between the juncture of my thighs—and he does so with a baritone groan. “I swear I’ve heard that somewhere before.”
“Not from me,” he deadpans.
“Oooh. Must have been my other boyfriend.”
His blue eyes darken. “That is not even remotely funny.”