Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
STEPH
I think I knew it was going to be him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, when I tried putting the pieces of the puzzle, it all came back to him. This was his club, that was his head of security, and I hadn’t committed a crime. So, what other reason could he have for dragging me away and leaving me in this room alone while taking my friend elsewhere?
The only thing is, I couldn’t think why he’d go to the trouble. He’d been more than in a hurry to see the back of me, and heaven knows what he thinks of me after falling asleep in his bed after barely meeting. Now, the old me would’ve stressed over something like that.
The new me, the me who I’d spent two years rebuilding, don’t give a good damn. The only problem was that it wouldn’t have mattered if he were someone else. Like Nat had said, once the clock hit thirty-five, one of us was going to hook up with the first viable man we found and do the deed until we got what we wanted, then send his ass on his merry way.
It’s not the most PC thing to do, but new me don’t give a tinker’s damn about that claptrap. Anyway, that was the plan. As long as he looked relatively decent and had an IQ above ten, he was doable.
But baby daddy was so pretty she wanted to keep him and play with him for a long time. And that’s why she’d been mad when the fog cleared, and she realized that she may have burned her chances of anything happening between them with her first impression.
Then, of course, she comes to her senses and realizes that he’s sacrilegiously good-looking with the body of a non-existent Greek god and that hair that makes her cooch do jumping jacks and tells herself to get real. As if someone like him would be even remotely interested in someone like her.
Though cooch did say, she felt his morning wood. But then again, all men have morning wood except for pansy-ass mama’s boys who can’t get a wood unless he sees mommy dearests’ sour puss over his breakfast pancakes. But I digress.
So, if cooch felt what she says she felt, does that mean anything? I was thinking all of these inane things while waiting for someone to come and open this door. My threats of mayhem and chaos had gone unanswered, so I figured maybe there were cameras and someone somewhere was watching me. That’s how it goes in the movies and on TV and in the books I’d taken to reading since the separation.
So, I did what any self-respecting person in my position would do. I started hamming for the potential cameras, turning from one corner of the room to the next, vamping it up by doing a little wiggles dance, then running my hands along my sides as if I were about to do a striptease. I even licked my finger seductively and gave the big wide eyes like I’d seen supposedly sexy women do on the big screen.
It had started out as a lark. Just something to do to while away the time until the mystery was solved. But halfway through it, when I thought of the possibility that he could indeed be watching, I started to get hot, and the game changed, and then he was just there.
My breath caught at the sight of him. He was dressed pretty much the way he had been the last time I saw him. A black Henley, one of the ones with a V-neck made out of cotton that looked like silk. It must be a top brand. He had it shoved into some dark indigo jeans and boots. His body is a freaking work of art, but it was the look in his eyes that held me captive.
I don’t know what was going on here, but I’ve never been this turned on this fast in my life, and I’ve been naked with a man for ten years. Then he touched my ear, and my ovaries pretty much sped up the ovulation; Ms. Kitty rolled over and purred, already having her legs spread wide open, or in her case, her lips, and she was doing some kind of breathing exercise that made her lips flutter.
I was about to ask her if she was already practicing for Lamaze but couldn’t quite put my thoughts together because he was standing so near. And then he lifted me; me. Now I don’t know how much I weigh because I tossed my scales two years ago when I got rid of the other dead weight around my neck and his appendage, aka, the mother-in-law from hell. But I’m darn near sure that I left two hundred pounds in my rearview mirror last week after that last bag of Chips Ahoy double chocolate stuffed cookies.