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)
I lean my head back on the wall behind me. “If I don’t eat soon, I may faint,” I grumble.
Natasha burst out laughing. “Way to chase you away.” She elbows Adrian as if this is his fault. “Don’t tell Cam we didn’t even feed you.”
I smile. “There was food. I just didn’t get time to eat it.”
“Thank you so much, Ash. We wouldn’t have got it done without you.” Adrian smiles as he takes my hand in his.
We sit for another ten minutes as we try to get the energy to go home and get ready.
“If I fall asleep at the table tonight, it’s that stupid fucking coordinators fault,” Tash sighs as she stands.
I smile as Adrian pulls me to my feet.
Natasha looks at her watch. “Ash, I’ll send my hairdresser and makeup girl down to your room when she’s finished. Should be there about six, is that okay?”
“Oh.” I frown. “That’s not necessary. I can do it myself, but thanks so much anyway.”
“Nonsense,” Adrian snaps. He throws his arm around mine and Natasha’s shoulders as we walk toward the exit. “Both my girls need good hair.”
I stare at the mirror as the makeup girl paints on the last of my gloss red lips. I feel like a movie star. I’m wearing a gold sequin designer dress that is fitted and backless with spaghetti straps. My hair is down and set in Hollywood curls, and my makeup is out of this world. When I knew I was wearing this dress, I even bought matching sexy cream underwear. I’m buzzing with nerves. I’m tired, yet excited, and I’ve missed Cameron today. I’ve seen him for all of ten minutes.
“So, this is your lipstick and then this is the lacquer to put over the top. And here is the powder if you get a bit shiny to reapply throughout the night.” The trendy makeup girl smiles as she hands everything over.
“Okay.” I look around for my purse. “How much do I owe you for this?”
She smiles warmly. “It’s all been taken care of. Nothing to pay.”
“Oh.” I frown. This seems so weird. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “Have fun.” And with one last look at me she smiles and leaves the bathroom. I blow out a breath as I turn and check out my behind, once more. I walk out into the bedroom and then into the lounge area where Cameron is standing at the window in a black dinner suit and tie, a glass of Scotch in his hand. He turns and smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body.
“You look fucking beautiful,” he growls in that come-fuck-me voice he uses so well.
I try to stifle my goofy smile.
He circles me as he does his inspection, and I wipe my hands nervously on my thighs as I feel the heat from his gaze.
“You know what that dress would look great with?” he purrs.
“What?” I whisper.
“My cock in your mouth.”
I giggle. “Sex maniac.”
He brushes my hair back over my shoulder and kisses my collarbone softly. “I’m an Ashley maniac.” His mouth trails up and over my neck and then kisses my ear. “You look beautiful, Bloss,” he whispers. “I’m so proud to have you on my arm tonight.”
Tears instantly fill my eyes, and he frowns. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. Stop it. “I’m just really happy Cam, and I’m scared this is going to end,” I whisper.
He smiles as he takes my lips in his and kisses me softly. “It’s not. Don’t be scared.”
“Promise me if something comes up between us, you won’t walk away,” I whisper against his lips.
His tongue dives deeper and I feel his cock harden against my thigh. “Stop being so fucking gorgeous or you going to be bent over this bed and fucked hard.”
I smile as he wipes my tears and he seems to suddenly remember something. “Oh, I got you something today.”
I frown.
He disappears into the other room and reappears with a small, navy blue, velvet box and hands it to me.
I stare at the box for a moment. “What? Why? I—”
“Just open it,” he interrupts.
I open the box to find a pair of gold, filigree-drop earrings with a teardrop shaped gold stone. My eyes widen. “Cam, I don’t need fancy earrings.”
“I know, but I want you to have fancy earrings.”
My eyes hold his. “You’re spoiling me,” I whisper.
He smiles. “For the first time in my life, I have someone I want to spoil. Let me do it.”
I want to blurt out that I love him… but it’s too soon and I have to tell him about Owen before I can even think of doing that.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I walk to the dressing mirror and begin to put them on. He walks up behind me and, with his hands on my hips, starts to kiss my neck from behind. I watch us in the mirror and I know that this is my Cinderella moment—d