Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
His skin is tan and his sunglasses are hooked into the round neck of his shirt. In one hand he’s carrying a shopping bag which must have our breakfast. I sigh inwardly at the sight of him.
I don’t miss that another woman in the lobby is thirstily drinking him in. I have no time to dwell on it because he steps forward and wraps an arm around me, my body softening as he pulls me close for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
He releases me and I meet his gaze.
“Hi,” he says, those navy eyes focused on me.
“Hi, yourself.” I smile up at him. “Ready to go to my room?”
He nods. “Lead the way.” Hand on my back, he escorts me the short way back to the elevators.
A few minutes later, we walk into the small foyer area. I’d made the bed and opened the curtains so the ocean view is visible. “Welcome to my hotel room.” I gesture to the window revealing a glorious day, the water rippling in the distance, a beautiful shade of blue.
“Great view,” he says, but he’s not looking at the window, he’s staring at me. His gaze is hot as he takes me in.
I blush because that’s what he does to me.
Hands in his pockets, he looks around at the décor. “You’re right. It’s very … clean-looking.”
I laugh, though he’s right. “We can eat in here.” I gesture to the seating and cocktail table.
We sit down on the beige sofa in front of a cream coffee table, side by side. Jack unpacks breakfast from the bag, handing me a venti-size cup of tea from Starbucks.
“Thanks.” I don’t have the heart to tell him if I drink all this, I’ll be peeing all day. Another pregnancy delight.
While he’s pulling out muffins, croissants, and yes, cake pops, I add sugar and milk to my drink.
“Carbs, carbs, and more carbs! Never say you don’t listen.” Grinning, I take the croissant, which is my favorite, but I intend to have a few bites of everything he’s brought. “Thank you. This is very sweet.”
“In more ways than one,” he says, laughing.
I laugh. “I do have to say, I don’t just love baked goods, I love sweet things, too.” I pick up the cake pop. “You did good.”
He grins and I swoon. The man exudes sex appeal, and I’d like nothing more than to climb into his lap and take advantage of all that sensuality that naturally surrounds him.
We eat and talk, and soon I’m laughing at some of his nightclub bouncer stories about people who’ve been thrown out for doing outrageous things.
“There was one drunk guy who approached the bouncer and when he was asked for ID, he shoved his hand into his front pocket, and his pants fell around his ankles. The best part? He wasn’t wearing underwear.” He grins then laughs. He’s got a great, deep laugh. “The bouncer was in a shit mood and tossed him, but the outside cameras caught the whole thing.”
I nearly choke on the muffin I’m now chewing. “That’s crazy,” I finally manage to say.
“That’s bar life.”
I like this lighter side of him. He’s funny, warm, and easy to be around. “I love your stories. I don’t have any like that from my fundraising and charity work.” I finish the muffin and move on to the cake pop I saved for last, telling myself I’m eating for two so stuffing my face is okay.
Jack watches me, silent but amused. “Question,” he says.
“Go for it.” I eye him, waiting to hear what he has to say.
He turns toward me, his knee brushing my leg, causing a tingle between my thighs. The sexual attraction has been on simmer all morning, but I’ve managed to keep it under control. Just the merest brush of his knee, even through my clothes, and electric sparks shoot through me.
“How do you feel about boats? Yachts, specifically?” he asks, unaware of my reaction.
I clear my throat. “I can’t say I’ve been on one, why?”
He braces his arms on his knees and meets my gaze. “My partner, Tristan, has a friend that rents out his yacht. Captain, chef and all. My partners and I want to make a day of it. Tristan and his fiancée, Kaylee, Lucas and my sister, Rainey. And you and me. Are you game?”
I bite down on my lower lip. This is a big decision for more than the obvious reason. “There’s my nausea to think about.” Not to mention he wants me to hang out with his friends. His sister. “Do they know?” I ask. “About the pregnancy?”
He sits up and shakes his head. “Not yet. I wanted to give the news some time to settle. In here.” He taps his head. “As for the boat, we’ll only go on a sunny day when there’s not supposed to be rough ocean. And if you get seasick, I promise we’ll turn around and head back to shore. But no pressure. If you don’t want to go—”