Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
The look on his face haunted me, and I grasped for a different subject. “Evelyn also said you were lawyers.”
“We’re planning to study law, yes.”
“That’s… quite the career change,” I said, trying not to let my surprise show.
“It is indeed. You can ask Tye about it during dinner. He’s the mastermind behind this plan.”
“Okay.” Wait, what? I’d assumed I’d eat with the other staff members. “Dinner?”
“Downstairs at seven. Does that work for you, or are you jetlagged?”
“I’m fine. Didn’t even change time zones.” Though the rest of Florida was in the Eastern time zone, the Panhandle was in Central, just like Illinois.
“Good.” He stepped out in the hall. “I’ll let you get unpacked or take a nap or whatever you need, then.”
“Thanks.” But wait, I was on the clock. “Or do you want a massage now?”
“Now?”
“You’re, um, already dressed for one. Or, rather, undressed.” My cheeks reddened.
Amusement shone in his eyes. “I’m good for now. Just relax for a bit. One of us will come get you for dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said hastily.
Dominic cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, we do. You’ll never find your way otherwise. See you in a few hours.”
“See you.”
I watched as he walked down the hallway. For once, I wasn’t admiring his powerful back muscles or his fine ass. Instead, I watched him as if trying to memorize him—in case after taking a nap, I woke up in my cramped apartment back home and found out that I’d dreamt this beautiful house… and the gorgeous men staying here.
3
NAOMI
God, this view. Somehow it was even better than the view from the terrace below, because it was from a balcony. My balcony—or at least the balcony attached to the guest room I’d be staying at this week.
And even from this high up, I could hear the waves. It was so mesmerizing, watching them advance and retreat. Sure, waves on the Pacific or Atlantic were probably a lot bigger, but by my book, the Gulf of Mexico was pretty damn incredible. And I loved the sound as the waves crashed into the shore. Sometimes, it almost felt like they were calling my name.
“Naomi?”
I jumped half a foot as a voice came from behind me. Turning, I dashed back in the room to see Justin’s tall form filling the doorway.
“I knocked, but there was no answer.” He looked sheepish as if it was his fault I’d gotten so absorbed in the scenery.
“Sorry about that.” I took a quick peek in the mirror over the dresser and smoothed my hair back. It normally had a little wave to it, but down here, it was practically turning curly. That was better than frizzy, at least. Though who knew what it would look like by tomorrow.
“Are you hungry?” Justin asked. He had on a t-shirt and board shorts that made him look like an overgrown frat boy, except for one thing. His dark brown eyes could only be described as soulful. It made me want to stare into them, which was unusual for me. My job required me to examine pretty much every body part except a person’s eyes.
“Yes, I am.” I resisted the urge to ask him if I was dressed appropriately. I’d put on capri pants and a white sleeveless shirt that buttoned down the front. It was presentable but not fancy, but given what he was wearing, I figured it would probably be okay.
Justin stepped out into the hallway, and I turned out the lights and followed him. There was more baseball paraphernalia on either side of the hallway. Autographed pictures of players I didn’t recognize. A bat mounted horizontally on the wall. “Um, what position did you play?”
Justin turned, walking backwards at the same speed he’d walked forward. “Third base.”
“Did you like it?”
He shrugged. “I would’ve preferred first. But as long as I got to hit, I was happy.”
There was something a little wistful in the way he said that. “Did you hit a lot of homeruns?”
He grinned. “Yes. The last one was two weeks ago against a hot-shot pitcher from San Francisco. Bet he still regrets throwing me that curve ball.”
Two weeks ago. Summer had just barely started, and baseball season was still going, as far as I knew. Was it normal to leave mid-season? I opened my mouth to ask, but Justin spoke first.
“So what do you do when you’re not hired by rich, elderly women for the week?” There was a teasing note to his voice. Everything about him, from the easy way his long limbs moved to his lazy smile, spoke of a relaxed, laid-back guy. It was just his eyes that said otherwise.
“I go a lot of different places, just not usually by plane. There are some corporations who hire me for employee appreciation events. That’s mostly chair massages. And then I have some regular clients, too.” I gave a rueful smile. “I spend a lot of time carting my portable massage table around.”