Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I watched as she stood up, and so did the guy her friend was engaged to. The others moved from the booth following them. They were leaving. She’d driven her car. I’d seen it outside when we arrived. If the asshole was gonna bring her on a date, then he should have driven her. Strike one. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for her.
She turned, and her eyes met mine. I liked how her body tensed up and those pretty eyes of hers widened.
Yes, little doll, I was watching you.
Knowing I made her nervous gave me pleasure. I lifted my hand and beckoned her to me with the curl of my finger. She blinked and stared for a moment, then turned and said something to the others. I could feel their gazes as, one by one, they turned to me. I picked up a fry, ignoring their existence, and watched as Capri sent them on their way, then walked toward me, alone.
Good girl.
“What are you doing?” King asked.
I smirked. “Just bringing our jockey over here for a chat.”
“She’s on a date,” he said.
“Don’t care.”
“Jesus, Thatch,” he grumbled.
Not needing his commentary, I ate my fry while watching her approach our booth.
“Hello,” she said with a slight tremor to her voice.
“Capri,” King replied. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch.”
I watched her shift her attention to King. He didn’t make her nervous. That was good. I was sure it would piss me off if he did.
“I did. Thank you,” she replied, and then her eyes moved back to mine.
She was waiting on me to say something. Explain my reason for bringing her over here. As much fun as it was to watch her squirm, I didn’t trust King not to send her on her way. He was stepping into shit he didn’t need to be involved in. One little cleanup with the stablehand, and he was now on some mission to save me or them. I wasn’t sure who.
“Come to the ranch tomorrow,” I told her. “I want you to take Zephyr out for a run. Not full speed, but a run.”
I ignored the look I was getting from King and watched her reaction instead. The flush on her face gave away the excitement she was trying to contain. I liked it when she was flushed. Especially the other night, when I’d watched her finger-fuck herself.
“Okay, yes. Um, what time?” she stammered, barely glancing at King, who was remaining silent.
“Seven,” I replied.
She nodded her head, and there was that smile. “I’ll be there.”
I picked up another fry and ate it while she seemed unsure of what to do next.
Why did I love how fucking awkward she could be? What was it that made me want to just sit and watch her?
“You don’t have to keep your friends waiting,” King told her.
Fucker.
She glanced at him, then back at me. I nodded my head once, and she seemed to relax.
“Okay, uh, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You will.” I smirked.
I kept my eyes on her ass while she walked toward the exit.
“What are you doing?” King asked.
“Eating.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you fucking know it.”
Yeah, he was butting in where he wasn’t needed. That was what I knew.
“Why don’t you stop worrying about me and focus on you?” I suggested.
“I’m not worried about you,” he ground out. “I am worried about Capri.”
I stilled, not liking that he thought of her at all. “She’s not yours to worry about. You got a wife and kid.”
He sighed. “You know that’s not what I am saying. She’s too fucking innocent for you to mess with.”
“Never said I was gonna fuck her.”
King just stared at me as if he could figure me out. We both knew he couldn’t. Most of the time, I couldn’t figure myself out. Good fucking luck.
• Twelve •
“It’s fairly safe, little doll.”
Capri
The black Mercedes that had been sent to pick me up at eight this morning drove onto a private airstrip that security had cleared before we could proceed. I was a bundle of nerves and adrenaline as we pulled up near the silver plane. I couldn’t take in everything fast enough as my leg bounced in the seat.
“We’re here, Miss Jewel,” the driver said, then opened his door.
I opened mine and climbed out, not waiting for him to open it for me. That wasn’t necessary. He stopped when he realized I was getting out on my own, then opened the trunk of the car to retrieve my luggage.
“This way,” he informed me as he took my one single roller bag and headed to the ramp leading up to the open door of the plane.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from giggling like an idiot. This was crazy. They had their own plane. I mean, I had known they had one, but seeing it in person and getting to ride in it was just … incredible. Almost as amazing as riding for them.