Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Anya lifts a perfectly shaped brow. “I know one thing”—she pins me with a stare—“that boy is crazy about you.”
After a few more minutes, we head down to dinner, and the smell of garlic engulfs me.
“It smells delicious, Carol,” I say, sitting between Anya and Paxton at the dinner table.
Carol gives me a warm smile. “I love cooking for everybody. I’d be happier cooking for a bigger family. I need to get these boys married off. I want grandkids.”
My eyes nearly pop out of the socket at the thought of marriage. In ten years, will Paxton be sitting here with his future wife and his future kids? Where will I be? Alone?
Paxton squeezes my leg under the table and leans close. “You okay?”
I pick up the dinner roll basket and plop one onto my plate. “Just peachy.” He’s going to know something’s up, because I have never uttered that phrase in my life, but he just raises a brow.
“Did you get that Smokehouse’s account?” Callum asks Paxton, and the tension between Paxton and me fizzles.
“I think so. Just need to go over a few details. I wanted him to give us two lines, but he’s only offering one.”
“Two beers on tap would be great for us.” Callum digs into the lasagna on his plate.
“I know, that’s why I’m going for two lines,” Paxton answers. He takes the basket of rolls from my hands and gives me a tiny smile.
Are things growing weird between us? Will I be pushed out once his special someone comes along?
I push the food around on my plate, not hungry as I listen to the conversation around the table. You can tell there’s major tension between Anya and Callum. I want to come to her defense and tell Callum he’s being stubborn, but it’s not my place.
Shepherd talks about his time in Florida, helping out their cousins, and meeting Ellis’ new fiancée, Kiki. I listen about how Ellis and Kiki met and laugh at the fact a goat ate her engagement ring when she was engaged to another man. A man that Ellis was best man for in their wedding that never took place.
How they were both strangers when they shared their first kiss.
From the sounds of it, Kiki and Ellis sound perfect for each other.
Kind of like Paxton and me.
We’re perfect for each other, aren’t we?
There’s only one way to find out. We need to have sex once more. To really see if it’s meant to be.
Later that evening, when we return to Paxton’s apartment, he stares at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You were quiet at dinner. You barely ate anything.” Paxton shoves his hands into his jeans pockets.
“I’m fine.” I inch closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck just because I can. “I was thinking we could practice a scene tonight.”
Paxton raises a brow. “Yeah? There is one thing I can’t stop thinking about.”
I step back and drop my hands. “What’s that?”
“Remember the munch? Your outfit, and they were talking about role-playing. You as the naughty student and me as the mean professor.” He actually blushes and it causes my heart to nearly explode in my chest. It’s beating so fast. He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me closer. “I can’t stop thinking about that.”
My eyes widen. “You’re in luck. I brought the plaid skirt. It’s in my bag.”
“Oh, thank god. Go get dressed and I’ll set up the living room as my classroom.”
I rush to Paxton’s room and find my plaid skirt to play the part of the naughty student. I smile at the thought of being a brat for Paxton. Will he spank me?
Or worse?
I’m not into pain, but if Paxton’s the one administering it, it might be okay.
I don’t have the fishnet stockings, but I have a white halter top that goes perfectly with the skirt. I rush into the ensuite bathroom and pull my hair into two ponytails.
“Don’t laugh,” Paxton says as I walk into the living room. He’s standing in front of a whiteboard with Professor Atwood written in blue EXPO marker. Instantly, I get turned on. “I had this whiteboard in the closet because we were using it for beer ideas one night during a brainstorming session.”
“Sounds so serious,” I say, walking further into the living room.
He’s moved the desk, which is normally pushed into the corner of his living room, into the middle of the room, right in front of the whiteboard. If you squint your eyes, it looks like a small classroom. Well, a classroom for one student.
“It was serious. We came up with a lot of beer ideas before we got drunk and ended up wrestling around instead. It’s how that lamp you gave me for Christmas one year got broken.”
“You said you accidentally knocked it over when a crazy cat rushed into your apartment when you were bringing home groceries.”