Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Thanks!” I hang up, feeling energized about the evening ahead.
A wave of anticipation washes over me, fueled by thoughts of Leni’s smile and that wicked glint in her eye. I’m sitting on the sofa about to watch a game when my phone buzzes with a message.
PITA
It took some finesse, but I managed to get you a reservation for seven pm.
Me
I owe you big time.
PITA
We already agreed on my price. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you when the time comes.
Me
I have no doubt.
Now, I just have to find a way to make the clock move faster because waiting six more hours to see Leni might just kill me.
A little while later, I step into the shower and the hot water hits me, instantly banishing the tension from my muscles. As the steam surrounds me, I let the heat engulf me and my thoughts automatically drift to Leni. She’s a wildfire in my mind, flickering and seductive, consuming every ounce of rational thought.
I pop the cap on the shampoo and squeeze a generous amount into my palm, working it through my hair as the water cascades over my body. I can’t shake the memory of Leni’s piercing emerald eyes. She’s intoxicating, and the thought of her has me wound tighter than a spring. Just thinking about her luscious curves turns my cock to stone.
Fuck. I can’t exactly walk around in this shape, so I turn the water all the way to frigid. It doesn’t take long for me to realize the icy water alone isn’t going to do the trick. Time to take matters into my own hand. I grab the bottle of body wash and pour some in my hand before wrapping it around my stubborn erection. A fantasy of Leni kneeling at my feet instantly flashes through my mind. Locking my knees, I slowly slide my hand up and down my painfully hard cock. It’s not really satisfying but it does the job. It only takes a few strokes for me to come with her name on my lips.
When Nash knocks on my door at six-fifteen, I'm running around in my bra and underwear. Oops. I tried on nearly every freaking outfit in my closet and still haven’t found something to wear. Boo glances over at me from her perch on the windowsill and rolls her golden eyes. I swear that animal lives to judge me. After pulling on my robe, I rush to the door and pull it open. “I’m so sorry. I lost track of time.”
He steps in the door while his intense eyes move slowly down my body. He slams the door shut with his foot and groans, "You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Oh.” I need to get dressed before I’m tempted to jump his bones. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.” I hurry back to my bedroom and close the door like my hair’s on fire.
Since I’m out of time, I grab the first outfit I tried on and hurry up to pull it on. Then I check myself in the mirror, adjusting my hair to frame my face while a crazy mix of excitement and nerves twists my stomach into knots.
With one last glance, I head back to the living room, my heart stuck in my throat. As I step around the corner, my breath catches at the sight before me. Nash is sprawled on my couch, looking undeniably at home. His broad shoulders lean back casually as he absently scratches Boo, who’s nestled comfortably in his lap, purring like a content little engine.
“Wow,” I say, fighting back a laugh. “My finicky cat never sits in anyone’s lap, not even mine. You’ve got some kind of magic touch, don’t you?”
He looks up with that trademark cocky grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “What can I say? I have a way with women.”
When he winks playfully, I roll my eyes as I smile back. “I can see that.”
He shrugs, still stroking Boo’s fur. “I promised to bring her a can of tuna the next time I come by if she puts in a good word for me.”
“She’ll hold you to that promise.” I smirk as an electric charge fills the air. Goodness. I need to get us out of here before I lose my senses. “Are you ready?” I ask, tapping my foot nervously on the floor, trying to shoo away the anticipation clawing at me.
He stands, and as he does, he towers over me, taking my breath away. I meet his gaze, and my heart races as he steps closer, a predatory grace in his movements. He lingers for a moment, staring down into my eyes, and the world outside fades into a hazy blur.
“Your black dress is beautiful,” he says, voice low and sultry, but then he leans in just a fraction closer and adds, “but I much preferred you wearing your silky pink robe.”