Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Gavin was still at the studio last night when I got home, so it wasn’t until midnight when he called to say goodnight and we stayed up for another hour talking. Before hanging up, I agreed to meet him for breakfast this morning, since Shane usually lets his employees come into work late when we have work events the night before. We met at a tiny, hole-in-the-wall restaurant he knew about on the east side of downtown Nashville. The place wasn’t very crowded, and it was nice not having our photo taken by strangers. We had the chance to get to know a little more about each other, and during our conversation, Gavin told me all about his upcoming trip to Los Angeles, where he’s scheduled to perform on a couple of late-night talk shows.
Once we were done eating, he paid for our bill and walked me to my car. What was supposed to just be a quick kiss on the lips turned into a full-blown make-out session in his truck, which was conveniently parked right next to my car. I start to get heated all over again just thinking about where I let his lips and hands roam. If it wasn’t for the incoming call from Willow, I probably would have had an orgasm in his truck from the deliciously naughty things he was doing to my body.
I don’t even remember how his hands got underneath my dress—then again, one small touch of his lips and I’m a goner. I fall a little further down the rabbit hole for Gavin McNeer each time we’re together, and I know there’s going to come a point when I won’t be able to get back out of it. We were being reckless, as anyone could’ve seen us despite his windows being heavily tinted. But worrying about what we were doing was the last thing on either of our minds.
Good Lord, that man has cast a spell over me! I shake my head at myself and the wanton behavior that comes out every time he touches me. I grab my makeup bag out of my purse and add some powder and blush then apply some lipstick and try to run a brush through the tangles his hands created in my hair. I take a deep breath, satisfied with my handiwork, and exit the car. My phone starts ringing while walking toward the building, and I pull it out of my purse to see Willow is calling me again. She’s relentless when she doesn’t hear from me, and if I ignore her call one more time, she’ll show up at my office unannounced.
“Hey pretty lady, what’s up?” I chirp in an overly bright tone as I pull open the front door to my office building and head in.
“What’s up? Seriously? My so-called best friend has been sucking face with the hottest country singer in town and doesn’t even tell me! I have to read it on the Internet.” Guilt washes over me as I hear the anger in her voice. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Dawson, and I don’t care that you’re at work right now. Wait, are you even at work right now?”
“Yes, I’m at work,” I confirm, but purposely leave out that I just walked through the doors.
“Great! Start talking.”
“Willow, I’m sorry, but you know my office is a cubicle and anyone can hear me.” I lower my voice as I pass by my co-workers, not wanting them to hear my conversation. “I promise I’ll call you back later.”
“Nope, not happening. I’ll see you on your lunch break and you can tell me then.”
I reach my desk and plop myself down in my chair. “I have a lot of work to do today and am not sure I can leave. I promise I’ll call you when I get out of here this evening.”
“I’ll bring food and we can eat there. Text me where you want me to pick up food from.”
I roll my eyes at her persistence and wish she would just trust me to call her later. It’s not like I have a track record for not calling her back. She’s usually the one who doesn’t call me back right away. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“But am I though?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Who ya talking to?” a voice behind me asks, startling me to the point that my phone goes crashing to the floor. I turn around to see Shane perched at the edge of my desk, arms crossed over his chest with an evil smile on his face.
“I was talking to Willow, Shane. Jesus, you scared me!”
“Hello? Aly? You better not have hung up on me!” we hear Willow threaten through the phone as I pick it up off the ground.
“Hi, Willow!” Shane says loud enough for her to hear. “Aly, bring the phone conversation into my office so we can all talk on speaker.”