Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“You bet your ass they do,” I laugh.
We spend the next hour lost in conversation as we dig deeper into each other’s lives. I find myself lost in her eyes, watching the way she comes alive with animation as she speaks of her parents and life. When the conversation seems to reach a natural stopping point, I settle the bill and drive her back home, stopping by the ice creamery on the way.
“You want to do something really stupid?” I ask, pulling up to the curb outside her house.
“Do something stupid with Miller Cain? Um . . . of course,” she laughs.
I pull out of her street and drive the two minutes up the road to the campus parking lot. “What are we doing here?” she asks, her brows furrowed as she glances around.
“You’ll see,” I smirk, hopping out of my truck and meeting her around the back. Taking her hand, I lead her through the college and sneak through the back entrance of the athletic building. She follows along nervously as I make my way up and down what feels like a million hallways.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” she whisper-yells beside me.
I smirk down at her. “Wait and see.”
Pushing through yet another door, it opens into a huge open room with an Olympic-size swimming pool. I turn and watch her face as she registers where she is. Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open as she takes in the massive pool before her. “Fancy a swim?” I taunt, taking a step toward her and shrugging out of my shirt.
She instantly begins shaking her head. “No. No way,” she says, stepping back as her eyes hungrily travel down my torso. “Don’t you dare.”
“You better lose the dress real fast,” I order.
Her eyes snap to mine. “I’m not going in,” she says with an attitude that gets me hard.
“Lose it now, or you’ll have nothing dry to put on afterward,” I warn, taking another step toward her and popping the button on my jeans.
Dani subtly slips out of her fuck-me-heels while giving me a seductive look. My jeans fall to the floor and I step out of them, watching her as she watches me. She bites down on her lower lip and studies me with hooded eyes, but I’m no fool. This chick is getting ready to bolt, and just as expected, she takes off at a million miles an hour.
I race after her, easily catching her and throwing her over my shoulder. “No,” she screeches, batting at my back as she desperately tries to get out of my hold.
“Last chance to lose the dress,” I laugh.
“No, no, no, no . . . It’s going to be cold.”
“Damn straight it is.” I let out one last laugh as I pull her off my shoulder and carry her in my arms. I can’t help but smile as she squeezes her eyes shut in preparation for the water.
Dani squeals as I leap forward and plunge us deep into the freezing water. We swim up to the surface and gasp for air. “Shit, it’s cold,” she laughs then narrows her green eyes on me. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Believe it, baby,” I tell her. I make my way over to her and wrap her in my arms. “I really wish you’d lost the dress.”
“I bet you do,” she smirks before pulling her dress up over her head and flinging it to the side, making a wet slapping sound as it lands against the tiles. “This better?” she asks, her tone dropping low as her eyes become hooded.
“Definitely.” I move into her, and her legs come up around me as she brings her soft lips to mine. “You are nothing short of perfection,” I tell her, our lips moving together.
We spend a good half hour in the pool before her lips begin turning blue, and I help her out, giving her my shirt to wear. I can’t help but be both thankful and disappointed that it comes halfway down her thighs. I lead her back out the maze of hallways and back to the car, and before I know it, we’re pulling to a stop in front of her home.
“Thanks for tonight,” she tells me as I walk her to her door. “It was honestly the best date I’ve ever been on. You know, for a non-date,” she adds, her eyes sparkling with silent laughter.
“That was definitely not a non-date,” I tell her. “But I’m glad you had a good time. It was the best date I’ve ever been on too. Actually, come to think of it, it’s the only date I’ve ever been on.”
Dani’s eyes grow round, and she gapes at me as though I have two heads. “What?” she screeches. “How is that possible? You’re like the biggest man-whore around here.”