Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Georgia accepted a glass of champagne from a passing tray and made small, polite talk with the women in their circle before Elliott noticed someone else he wanted to talk to. And because he grabbed her hand each time he moved, and they were in a public setting, she followed along.
But she quickly grew bored of the shallow exchanges with strangers, and it didn’t take her long to realize just how much Elliott and his giant-sized ego liked being the center of attention—continually bragging about becoming a junior partner at her father’s firm, his latest win in court, or his superior performance on the golf course. Every conversation he had with another man felt like a dick measuring contest, and because Elliott seemed to boast the most, Georgia could only assume he was making up for other deficiencies. And she definitely didn’t want to see his tiny penis, she mused.
The thought made her bite back a smile, though Georgia was sure her sister would agree with that theory. Which made her wonder where Courtney had gone.
She glanced around the room, trying to find her wayward sister, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Just as she ended her search, Georgia locked gazes with a gorgeous man standing in his own circle of people a short distance away. A lively discussion seemed to be going on around him, but his attention was riveted on her, which made her wonder…how long had he been staring?
His gaze lingered and an immediate rush of heat pulsed through her body, settling in intimate places—and she couldn’t glance away. He looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t figure out why. She definitely would have remembered meeting an attractive, charismatic man like him.
He wore a dark-navy suit tailored to his tall, lean build and broad shoulders. His thick, dark-brown hair set off his masculine features, and those piercing green eyes that held hers made her think of sex and sin.
With him.
She breathed in a soft inhale of air, and as liquid desire trickled through her, she shifted restlessly in her heels.
As if he’d read her mind, his sexy lips quirked upward as he brought his glass of amber liquid to his mouth and took a sip. Her eyes followed the movement…and then he winked at her before returning his focus to the gentleman who was speaking.
His bold flirtation caused flutters of awareness to take up residence inside her. She couldn’t remember ever being so drawn to a man before or so quickly aroused by just a look—not that she planned on doing anything about their brief but potent exchange.
A short while later, dinner was announced, and her sister suddenly appeared at her side, startling Georgia. As they walked together toward their assigned table, Elliott was thankfully still occupied speaking to a colleague.
She glanced at her sister. “Where have you been all this time?”
Courtney shrugged. “Around.”
“Misbehaving?” As their father had put it.
“Always.” Courtney grinned. “Actually, I was out on the balcony drinking my beer in peace and quiet, and scrolling through Tinder instead of mingling with all these stuffy suits and pretending I’m enjoying myself.”
Georgia laughed at her sister’s answer. Better than being dragged around by Elliott for the past hour and listening to him regurgitate the same conversation over and over again.
At their table, she sat between Elliott and her sister, mostly to keep them separated…and her sister well-behaved. Dinner was served and Elliott conversed with her father, giving her a chance to casually glance at the table next to theirs. Her gaze once again collided with the sexy man she’d seen earlier. He acknowledged her with a slight nod, then followed that up with a slow, seductive smile, and her entire body flushed with awareness.
She wasn’t used to being the center of a man’s attention, and she couldn’t deny that she liked his interest.
“Hmm. Looks like you have an admirer,” her sister said, catching sight of the exchange.
“What?” Georgia quickly averted her gaze and frowned at her sister. “No, I don’t.”
Courtney’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know, if I were you, I’d ditch your boring date and see if that hot stranger wants to meet you in the bar downstairs for a drink…and whatever else you might be willing to put on the menu.”
Georgia rolled her eyes. “Of course, you would.” Unlike her sister, Georgia wasn’t one for a random hookup with a stranger. No matter how hot and sexy he might be.
Courtney sighed dramatically. “When was the last time you got laid?”
Georgia nearly choked on the bite of filet mignon she’d been swallowing, then gaped at her sister, grateful she’d at least spoken in a low voice so no one else at the table had heard her. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am.” Courtney stabbed a glazed baby carrot with her fork. “If I had to guess, I’d say it was with Davis.”