Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
It was all too much and I needed to get a grip. This wasn’t real, not my relationship with Alex or this wedding. I mean it was real as in it would be legal, but we weren’t in love except for the cameras. I pasted on a smile and tugged his big body to a stop, smiling up at him as if he were mine.
“This place is great, babe. But do we have a head count yet? You still haven’t sent me your half of the guest list.” There, the mundane details of wedding planning should have helped get me back on solid footing, but Alex’s smile shot that idea all to hell.
His big hand cupped the side of my face and he slowly brought his mouth down to mine for a slow kiss that incinerated my panties and stole my breath. He pulled back with a slow, sultry grin. “You’re right, honey.” He looked over at Zora with a sheepish smile. “I guess I got so excited about marrying Sasha that I skipped over some important details, like all the details before the wedding day.”
I laughed and bumped him with my hip. “The wedding night, don’t you mean?”
Zora laughed and put both hands to her chest. “You two are so adorable,” she cooed. “Congratulations.” She handed me her business card. “When you get those details settled, give me a call.”
I promised I would and let Alex lead me out of the venue with one arm flung lazily around my shoulders as if this was perfectly natural. “That dress is making it hard to focus on anything but your cleavage.”
My breath hitched at his whispered words. “Luckily you don’t have anything else to focus on,” I said and smiled up at him. “Other than why I now have a bodyguard?”
He was still looking at my cleavage and licking his lips. “Yeah, sure.”
“Focus,” I smiled and snapped my fingers in his face. “Up. Here.”
His smile grew. “Jack recommended it and I agreed. You can’t focus on the road and Dixie while being chased by photographers, that’s what Ben is for.”
Ugh, that was an excellent point. “Fine. My eyes are still up here.”
“Yeah but your cleavage is still down there, and your tits are a thing of beauty.” He licked his lips and leaned in, brushing a whisper soft kiss across my lips. “How does dinner sound?”
“Like this, arrghrrhrh.”
He froze, smiled wide, and then broke out into a laugh so loud and so masculine that it was contagious and we stood on the sidewalk laughing together like we were completely alone.
It was the kind of moment that made a girl forget what was real and what was fake.
Chapter 19
Alex
“Ishould have taken you to one of those seafood restaurants that hand out bibs.” Sasha’s cleavage was so fucking distracting that we’d been sitting at our table for fifteen minutes and I still hadn’t even picked up the menu.
Her lips spread into a gorgeous grin and her head fell back as she laughed. “Sorry?”
My lips pursed through my smile and I leaned forward, gaze fixed on hers. Finally. “Oh, I think you know what I mean.”
She kept laughing until her laughter faded. “I needed to look presentable in front of the cameras, like a woman you would be with.” She looked down nervously, and for the first time I understood what all of this must be like for Sasha. She was nothing like Tatiana who always dressed to be photographed because that was her goal in life, to be seen.
“Well you knocked it out of the park, because right now all I want is to be with you Sasha.” It wasn’t a line either, she’d been on my mind all day, through my training and practice sessions, and even the shower. Especially in the shower
Her smile dimmed and she pointed at me. “No. We talked about this.”
“Talked, yes. But we didn’t agree to anything.” In fact I was putting my thumb on the scale by making reservations at this romantic hotspot where we could be seen, but it also offered enough privacy for the romance portion of the evening.
She rolled her eyes at me but an affectionate smile stayed on her lush mouth. “How was the first day of practice?”
I stared at her like she was an alien, stunned by her question. When was the last time a woman had asked me about work? The answer was simple, never. Other than my mother, no woman ever asked. They want to know about my teammates, my endorsement deals and the things my lifestyle affords me, but never the thing that gave me that lifestyle.
Sasha’s brows knitted at my silence and sat back. “Sorry. Is that too personal?” Her shoulders slumped forward. “I thought we were getting to know…never mind. Forget I asked.”
“No,” I reached out and covered her hand with mine, swiping my back and forth across her wrist. “It’s not too personal at all, I’m just surprised at the question. I can’t remember the last time someone asked me about work.”