Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“She was sweet,” Zoey reminds me. She really was sweet at the game. She clearly loves her son too. Bear reassured me that his mom knows he’s not dating Tiffany. That did make me feel a tiny bit better. At least she doesn’t think I’m a homewrecker. I take some consolation in that.
“Better?” I motion to my outfit.
“Perfect.” She beams. “I want more details later.”
I only had a chance to give her the CliffsNotes. It took Bear and me way too long to get out of his place and down here for me to change before we’re supposed to be at his parents’ place. We keep ending up having make-out sessions like we’re teenagers.
“I might not be home tonight.”
“You slut,” she teases me. “Still can’t believe you’re hooking up with Reid’s coach. It kind of makes sense. You’ve always said the boys you date are juvenile. Theo is anything but that.” That’s an understatement. Is there something that is more than a man? He would likely fall into whatever category that would be. I’m not sure where to put Bear. I’ve never met anyone like him before.
“I like being with him.” I shrug. I might like it too much, in fact. I don’t think this thing we have can go very far to begin with. If it did, it would have to stay hidden. He might not want it to go anywhere for all I know. This could all be fun. My mind races with all the possible outcomes.
“Reid said he’s a good guy,” Zoey offers. Everything I could dig up on him said the same too. There was no string of girlfriends, hidden love children, or anything. He’d been a model student and NFL player. He’d even done advocating for the Players Association in the NFL. He’d been asked to put his name in to be the president of it, but he turned it down.
“People are going to have shit to say if they find out about us.”
“People always have shit to say.” Isn't that the truth? I glance at my phone, checking the time, knowing we need to get out of here. “You’ll be fine. Be yourself,” Zoey reminds me as we leave my room.
Bear stands as we enter the living room. “Ready?” he asks, holding his hand out to me. I take it.
“You kids don’t be out too late.” Reid says, earning him a glare from Bear.
I try to pull my hand from his when the elevator doors open on the bottom floor—who knows who could be around?—but he doesn't let me. He walks me to his truck, opening the door for me.
“We should be more careful,” I say as we pull out of the parking lot. He only grunts a response. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m meeting your parents?” I suppose I already met them, but meeting them as the girl their son is dating is way different.
“Mom can be like a dog with a bone. How are your parents?”
“Absent.”
He flicks a glance my way. It’s the best way to describe our relationship.
“It’s no big deal.” I shrug. “Having Zoey and her mom helped a lot over the years.” My throat grows tight.
“I was surprised when I found out you were a Harlow. Your great grandfather invented plastic.”
“He did. Have you been googling me?” This time it’s him that shrugs.
“Why were you surprised?”
“You’re not snotty.”
I snort a laugh. “Your parents have money and you’re not snotty. Bossy but not snotty.” It’s the truth. The way his parents interacted at the game, not only with one another but with everyone around them showed what kind of people they are.
“You enjoy me being bossy.”
I turn my head to look out the window to hide my smile. I do, much more than I’m willing to admit. He reaches over and takes my hand. “My parents are sweet. Don’t stress over meeting them. They are really easygoing. Down to earth.”
“I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.” I bite my bottom lip. “I was wearing your shirt this morning. I looked…” I trail off, not sure of the word I’m looking for.
“Well fucked.”
“No. You haven't fucked me.” His hand holding mine tightens.
“I recall fucking you with my tongue.” I squeeze my legs together, getting turned on as easy as him flipping a switch.
“Bear!” I gasp.
“You turn the same pretty pink when you orgasm as you do when you blush.” I roll my eyes. My body starts to heat. This is so not the time to get turned on. Bear has awoken my sex drive with that dirty mouth and his filthy words.
He turns into a driveway that is blocked off by a giant gate. He hits a button, and it swings up, allowing him to pull in. A cute house that reminds me of the one in the movie Father of the Bride comes into view as we get to the top of the hill.