Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
He grits his teeth. Anger is rolling off him. He’s a lot bigger than me, and maybe I should be scared of that anger, but I’m not. “What kind of game is this you're playing, Olivia? You come here and tell me you felt a connection with me and then tell me you have to leave because you have a date with another man.”
“Jason,” I all but whisper.
“Yeah?” he answers gruffly.
I go to my tiptoes and press against him. My breasts are squished between us, and he has a harsh intake of breath. My whole body feels hot and feverish. “I’m going to kiss your cheek now.”
He stands rigidly, but when he doesn’t deny me, I press my lips to his cheek. I’m so close to his mouth, I could turn my head just a little and our lips would mesh together. I want to, but I hold myself back. His hands are at my waist, and his fingers dig into my hips. He’s holding me to him and I love the way he makes me feel protected in his arms. He says my name gruffly. “Olivia.”
I lean back and slide my hands up and down his chest. I can feel him vibrating under my palm. “I came here to tell you that I like you, Jason Hawk. I like you a lot. But…”
He tugs me by the waist until my lower body is pressed to him and I feel his impressive manhood against my belly. “But what?”
Shit, I know what I need to do, but feeling him pressed up against me makes it hard. I’m not thinking right. “If you want me, you’re going to have to show me. I don’t normally do the chasing.” I slide my hand up his chest one more time, feeling his muscles flex before releasing him and stepping back out of his grasp. “I need to go… I’m going to be late. If you want to talk to me, ask me out or whatever, you know how to find me.”
His mouth is hanging open, and I force myself to walk out of his apartment and not stop until I’ve walked across the compound, out to the parking lot and to my car. When I stop at my door, I let out a long breath. I definitely didn’t think this all the way through. Instead of getting in my car, I put my back to it and lean against the door. With my face tilted to the sky, I count to ten and take a few deep breaths. I did my thing. I let Jason know I’m interested and the ball is in his court. There’s a part of me that is worried because he let me walk out of his apartment. And he didn’t come after me. What if he never does?
CHAPTER 9
JASON
She has a date.
I hear her walk out the door and the sound of the door shutting behind her, and I’m glued to the spot where I’m standing.
She has a date… with another man.
I start to pace, replaying everything since she walked into my apartment.
She kissed me. She admitted that she felt a connection and it wasn’t just me… then she told me she had a fuckin’ date, and I let her walk out the front door.
I’m an idiot.
If I’m doing this. I need to do it right. I can’t just be some guy coasting in life. I need to get my shit together, and I’m going to start by talking to Walker.
Grabbing my cane, I walk out of my apartment and over to the compound. My apartment and the compound is where I feel most comfortable, and I make it to Walker’s office without any problems.
“Hey, Jason, how you doing today?” Brooklyn asks.
I nod and answer her patiently even though I’m completely on edge thinking about the conversation I need to have with Walker. I know it’s overdue and I’ve avoided it, but I can’t put it off any longer. “I’m good. How you doing, Brook?”
She comes and reaches for my arm. “I’m good. You here to see Walker? He’s in his office.”
She’s walking with me to his office, and I know the instant Walker sees us. He’s protective of Brooklyn. He has been for a long time, and it only got worse after someone kidnapped her a few years ago. They got married right after that, and Walker is even more possessive since he put a ring on her finger.
His voice is gruffer than usual. “Jason… wife.”
He must give her a look because she lets me go at the chair and laughs. “I’ll be ready to go home when you are, husband.”
“Jason is my last appointment for the day and then I’ll be ready.” His voice drops even more, and I can imagine the look he’s giving her.
Brook excuses herself, and Walker tells me, “Sit down.”