Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Just go out there, say it and be done with it. The longer I leave it the harder it’s going to get, I remind myself.
Maybe he won’t care and things will just be the same? But I have this annoying, nagging voice in my gut, warning me that he could be so disgusted, he’ll cut all ties with me immediately.
The problem is that I’m not going to know how he’s going to handle it until I actually get it over with, and it scares the hell out of me that he will end it. I should have told him before I slept with him. I brush my fingers through my just-fucked, rat’s nest hair as I contemplate his reaction. It could be the best thing I ever do, or it could turn sour instantly. I blow out another deep breath. I guess I’m about to find out.
“Just go out there and tell him,” I mouth to my reflection in the mirror. Just do it. I drop my shoulders as I prepare myself.
Just fucking do it.
Right.
I open the door and walk back into the bedroom to find Cameron lying on his back with his hands folded behind his head. His dark skin and rippled abdomen are contrasted against the crisp white sheets. He smiles sexily and holds his arm out to me. I smile and drop down to sit next to him on the bed.
He pulls me down and kisses me softly. “Good morning, Blossom.” He smiles as his dark curls hang down over his forehead.
My stomach flutters at the sight of him naked and smiling up at me.
“Good morning, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk. His hand snakes around to cup my ass and I notice a book opened upside down on his bedside table. “What are you reading?” I ask as I pick it up.
He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes as if embarrassed.
I read the cover and my mouth drops open as my eyes meet his. “Pride and Prejudice?” I gasp. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”
He shakes his head. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
I smile broadly.
He takes the book from me and places it back down. “I was carrying out some market research.”
My eyebrows rise.
“I wanted to see what was so special about this three dimensional man you were so enamoured with.”
“Mr. Darcy...” I smile broadly, this is without a doubt the best news I have ever heard.
He purses his lips. “Don’t see what the fuss is about to be honest. He definitely wouldn’t sweep me off my feet.”
“Mr. Darcy could sweep anybody off their feet. If he can’t do it, who can?” I smirk.
He smirks. “Ashley Tucker is doing a pretty good job of it,” he answers.
“Is she?” I murmur with a raised eyebrow.
“She is.”
“Well, Ashley Tucker told me that it’s her feet being swept off the ground,” I add.
He smiles as he pulls me down and kisses me softly. “You tell Ashley Tucker that I haven’t even started to sweep her off her feet yet. She should probably prepare herself.”
“Ashley Tucker has her force field on to protect her from such things,” I whisper as I smile against his lips. We kiss, and he flips me so that I am on my back and he has my two hands pinned above my head. I smile up at him.
“Let’s go to New York.”
My face drops. “What?”
“I want my date.”
I frown.
“I want the weekend we arranged all those years ago. We can leave this morning and spend the weekend there, maybe catch the red eye home for work on Monday.”
“What do you mean?” I pause for a moment. “I mean… I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him blankly. Why couldn’t I go? My mind begins to race. I mean… Owen is away. This would be the perfect opportunity if ever there was going to be one. Holy crap, I haven’t been spontaneous for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how to be.
“I can book us some tickets now.” He smiles hopefully.
Oh shit, I have no money. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I murmur through my disappointment. Fuck, I hate having no money.
“My treat.”
I frown. “Cam, I’m not letting you pay for me. It’s not fair.”
He sits up abruptly. “Why isn’t it fair? I have the money. You know I have the money.”
I stand and blow out a breath. “Cam. No.”
He stands abruptly, too, and pulls his boxer shorts on. “If it wasn’t for the money, would you want to go?” He wraps his arms around me, his lips taking mine in his.
I smile up at him. “I would, but why can’t we just hang here for the weekend?”
He shakes his head as if it’s a no brainer. “I can’t take you out here? How am I supposed to sweep you off your feet when we can’t leave the fucking house?”