Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I don’t snore.”
She rolls her eyes at my words. “Please, and I’m the fairy godmother of dicks.”
“You could be,” I say, thinking about a great dick I was dreaming of. Gosh, I hope I didn’t talk in my sleep.
I get out of bed, and Emma looks me over. “What? No naked sleeping?”
As she says it, Whiskey walks in with a coffee in hand. “You sleep naked?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I take the coffee out of his hand and stand in front of him while he’s dressed and ready like he’s been up and waiting for hours.
“I do,” he says.
Emma takes an intake of breath, making him smirk even more.
“Emma’s here with you to go wedding dress shopping. The store has my contact info already on hand. Buy a dress for each of you.” He reaches into his suit jacket and passes me a card—a black card.
“I don’t need this. I earn good money.” He shakes his head.
“Use it for whatever you buy for this wedding, I don’t want you to be paying for it.”
“No.” I push the card back at him.
He pushes it straight back to me while taking a step closer, his breathing harder, and I have to remember I don’t like this man. “Take the damn card, Lottie.” He places it in my hand, then walks out of the room.
“That’s hot,” Emma says.
“What’s hot?” I ask, not looking her way.
The card in my hand burns. Is he buying me? This feels all kinds of wrong. I toss the card on his side of the bed and start getting changed.
“You like him, don’t you?” she asks.
Lifting my eyes from the skirt I’m sliding on, my gaze narrows.
“Don’t look at me like that. You like him, but you’re fighting it. This is going to be an interesting year. Maybe I should start taking bets on how long you’ll last.”
“Last?” I ask, not really wanting to know what she’s going to say.
“How long until you fall hard for him? Or at the very least, sleep with him. Whichever comes first.”
“I did just sleep with him,” I say, smiling.
“Haha, smartass. You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I met his ex. I think he could still love her,” I say in a whisper.
“What?” Emma stands off the bed.
“We look nothing alike. Why is he doing this if I’m not his type?” I look to the door to make sure he isn’t lurking there because he has a habit of doing that.
“Clearly you are his type, or he wouldn’t be making you sleep in his bed,” she replies.
“She loves him, and somehow, I feel bad for her,” I say with a shake of my head.
Emma gives me the loudest sigh. “Please, you didn’t send yourself a damn blackmail contract. He wanted you. Which, by the way, you need to start finding out why. Don’t be naïve in this. He is using you. And if you want to, use him too. You can, Lottie. Fuck his brains out and make him love you.”
“Oh, yeah, because sex makes you fall in love.”
“I think you can make him love you.” I shake my head at her words. “Think about it. He’s doing this to you. You should do that to him. Make the man love you.”
Her words are not something I’ve thought about.
Maybe I should make him love me.
Payback can be a bitch.
“He’d know, wouldn’t he?”
She shakes her head. “He doesn’t have to know a thing. Just be yourself. Pull away, only to be pulled in. Hook, line, and sinker.” She winks.
“He said I’d have to beg if I wanted him,” I tell her, and it makes her eyebrows raise.
“Well, my love. Start begging.”
CHAPTER 18
WHISKEY
Lottie doesn’t move when she sleeps, she sleeps like the dead. But damn can that woman snore. How could something so beautiful make a noise that loud. I go before she wakes. What’s the point of staying?
Her father is waiting at my office when I arrive. Gerald’s been showing up a lot lately when he hasn’t been invited, which is surprising since Lottie had to book to see him last time.
He wants something.
What, I don’t know, yet.
He smiles when he sees me, and I lift my sunglasses from my head when I see him, offering him my hand. When I shake it, I realize it feels as fake as he is.
“I don’t want to involve my daughter in business, and since you’re about to be my son-in-law, I thought why not speak directly to you.” Gerald puts a hand on my shoulder and taps it. “You can make time for your future father-in-law, can’t you?” he says, and I only offer him a nod as we take the elevator to my office.
“I take it you don’t want me speaking to Lottie of this visit?” I ask as the elevator door closes slowly.