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)
This is annoying. He’s wasting my date time in a frigging library.
“Have some patience, woman,” he replies, distracted.
I roll my eyes, sit back in my chair, and fold my arms. Come to think of it, I’m hungry again or is just that the hangover reappearing?
I don’t know, but I think I need cake. “Can we have cake and coffee when we finish?” I ask.
“The only cake you will be eating is cream pie,” he murmurs with a raised brow.
I lean in. “You’re a sex maniac, Stanton.”
“I know,” he replies casually as he concentrates.
“I want banoffee pie,” I whisper.
He smirks and keeps typing. “You’re going to look like a banoffee pie soon.”
I giggle. “Lucky, I’m going out with a sex maniac who will like me anyway.”
“True. I prefer cream pie to banoffee, though.” He smirks, distracted.
I roll my eyes. “We already established that, Einstein. This isn’t helping your brain power score.”
He grins. “I’m trying to raise another score out here.” He stands abruptly. “Switch seats with me.”
I frown up at him before I switch seats.
He points to the screen and I focus on what I’m meant to be looking at. “Huh? What’s this?” I ask.
“Classifieds.”
I look over at him. “Why am I looking at old classifieds?”
He widens his eyes in exasperation. “Just read them.”
“Fine,” I breathe, half annoyed. Why the hell we are wasting time here, I have no idea.
I read down the list and then at the bottom I see it.
To the betting man’s wife who works in an ice cream shop.
We met in Vegas last weekend when you needed a stand in husband.
I lost my phone.
Je n'ai aucun moyen de vous contacter.
Translation: I have no way of finding you.
Wer auch immer eine Wette gewinnt, mag niemals dasselbe sein.
Translation: Whoever wins a bet to you, may never be the same.
I’m in New York looking for you.
Appelle-moin.
Translation: Call me.
0423788900
Oh my God. My eyes rise to search his. “You did try to find me?”
He smiles softly. “I told you I did.”
I look back to the computer and read it again so I know I’m not imagining this.
Nope. It’s definitely still there.
“Cam,” I whisper, and for some reason I get a really big lump in my throat and my eyes tear up.
What a horrible case of sliding doors. If only we’d met back then things, could be so different between us.
His face falls. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head as I try to pull myself together.
He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. Overcome with emotion, I lean in and kiss him softly. He looks down at me as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Are you getting soppy on me, Tucker.”
I nod and smile through my tears. “Most definitely.” I pause as I reread the ad.
“I think I just found another dimension,” I whisper.
He smiles softly and kisses me. “Two down, one to go.”
15
I walk down the aisle of the plane as I head back to our seat. We’re midway through our flight back to Los Angeles. Cameron is sitting with his head against the seat, and he smiles sexily as I approach, patting his knee.
I feel my heart flutter. Lately, that seems to be a common occurrence. Just one look from him sets me into schoolgirl raptures. As I approach our seat, he pats his knee again and I bend to kiss him gently. “I can’t sit on your knee,” I whisper as I look around.
“Who says?” he grumbles as he pulls me down. “This isn’t coach. We can do what we want here.”
He lays me across lap with my feet on my seat, and then he shakes out the blanket and covers us both. I smile as I curl into him and his warm arms come around me before he softly kisses my temple. “That’s better,” he whispers.
I smile against his chest and snuggle into him. He smells so damn good, and he’s right, being this close is much better.
We laughed, we danced, we made love, and we fucked like animals in New York. I have never felt so fulfilled in my entire life.
If happiness is a gift, Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.
I’m falling in love.
With every glance, with every touch, with the air that he breathes every second.
Cameron Stanton is his own kind of magical drug and the high he gives is as good as it gets.
The longer I’m on it, the harder the withdrawal will be.
Unfortunately, I already know our fate, but I’m trying to put it to the back of my mind and enjoy the time we have together.
“Thank you for a beautiful weekend, Cam.” I smile up at him.
He kisses my forehead and he smiles in return. “Thank you,” he whispers against my hair. “It was a great weekend and I don’t want to go home. Can’t we just run away?”
I smile and listen to the drone of the engine while sitting on top of my beautiful traveling companion, his lips pressed to my forehead. I somehow drift into a peaceful sleep.