Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You’re awake,” he says, my eyes jerking up to his when he steps through the door. “Breakfast just got here. You need to eat something before we go to your hotel.”
“You’re still going with me?” I sit up, holding the sheet against my bare chest like he hasn’t seen and touched every single inch of me.
He doesn’t answer. The only clue that lets me know he heard me is the slight tic of his jaw before he walks across the room to the bathroom and flips on the light, appearing a minute later with a plush white robe. When he hands it to me, I take it and swallow down the same question I asked him seconds ago that is now burning the tip of my tongue.
I assumed that after last night he would send me on my merry way, then finish out his vacation with some other woman—or multiple women, if he felt up to the task. I didn’t think he’d still want to spend time with me.
I push my arms through the soft material, tying it tightly before I carefully get out of bed, with him watching.
“It takes about ten minutes to get to your hotel, so you have about thirty before we have to leave.” He walks out onto the balcony, and I follow him, barely avoiding a wince when muscles I didn’t even know I had ache and burn.
When I step out, the sun is just lighting the horizon, and the beach below is quiet except for a few people out jogging. Taking a seat in the chair he pulls out for me, I watch as he removes a dome-shape lid covering a single plate, and my mouth waters at the sight of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” I pick up a slice of the toast, my stomach growling in anticipation as I bring it to my mouth. After he pours my cup, he takes a seat across from me and lifts his own mug, taking a sip.
“You’re not eating?” I ask, picking up a piece of crisp bacon.
“I’m still full from last night.”
“Oh.” My entire body grows flush under his darkened gaze. I drop my eyes from his and focus on putting food in my stomach and the view to my left. It should be awkward to sit under his silent stare as I eat, but I’ve somehow gotten used to being the center of his attention.
When I’m done eating, I pick up my coffee and finish off the rest of it, then without a word, he gets up, and I do the same. I find my clothes from yesterday hung neatly over the back of the chair, so as he begins to shove stuff into a bag, I start to get dressed.
I’ve never in my life done the walk of shame, but as I’m putting on my skirt without my panties, knowing we might see people we saw last night, a sense of unease washes over me, making me feel uncomfortable.
“You wanna wear something of mine?”
I glance over at him, wondering if he read my mind or if my facial expression just made it obvious what I’m thinking. “Would you mind?”
“No.” He grabs a pair of shorts and a hooded sweatshirt, passing both of them to me. “They’ll be big.”
“That’s okay.” I take both and slip off my shirt, leaving me in my bra, then shimmy out of my skirt and put on his shorts. He stops what he’s doing and comes over to stand in front of me, and I hold my breath as he ties the string on the shorts so they don’t fall down over my hips. Even if there’s nothing sexual about the act, the muscles of my stomach still bunch when his fingers make contact with my skin, and my nipples pebble against the material of my bra.
When he’s done, I’m turned on and wet between my legs, and from the look in his eyes, I’d swear he knows just how much he affects me.
Clearing my throat, I step back from him and put on his hoodie. “Do I look ridiculous?” I glance down at my small frame engulfed in his clothes.
“You look adorable.” He smiles, rolling up the sleeves of the sweatshirt so they don’t hang over my hands. And seeing that smile after he’s seemed so tense this morning, I relax. “Are you ready?” he asks, taking my clothes and shoving them in his bag with his things.
“Yeah.” I glance around for my purse when my phone begins to ring and find it on the floor at the foot of the bed. When I pull it out, my stomach knots. “Oh no.” I glance up at him. “It’s my mom. If I don’t answer it, my dad will be on the next flight.”
“So answer it. You can talk to her while we head back to your hotel.” He starts for the door, and although his suggestion sounds simple enough in theory, I know that if my mom hears him in the background, she’s going to have a million questions I’m incapable of answering right now. “Come on, babe. We gotta go if we’re gonna make it on time.”