Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He walked over to Maisie, took her coat from her shoulders and tossed it onto his couch. “Dance with me.”
Maisie turned and placed her hand into his. They began swaying to the music. “I kind of feel like Cinderella right now.”
“I’m not sure I like that analogy,” he told her.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you save lives and don’t have a mean stepmom telling you to clean her house—unless you’re hiding that from me. And I’m definitely not Prince Charming.”
“Oh, I don’t know about the Prince Charming part.” Maisie ran her fingers through Rhys’s hair. “He had dark hair, was dashingly handsome, and was polite, too.”
Rhys laughed lightly. “And a fool for letting Cinderella go. I’m not letting you go at midnight.”
“That’s because I’d get lost in this house.”
Now, he chuckled. “That’s very true.”
They leaned forward at the same time and kissed. There was zero hesitation between them and after one swipe of their lips together, they were in a heated, passionate embrace.
“Spend the night with me,” Rhys suggested in between kisses.
“No clothes,” she gasped out her answer.
“You won’t need them tonight,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to his room. “I own a store that sells clothes, I have samples here.”
“In that case, you’ve convinced me. Yes, I’ll stay,” she said as they fell onto the bed.
Rhys hovered over Maisie and looked into her soulful brown eyes. “I really, really can’t thank you enough for taking that ad out.”
“I think you should show me how thankful you are.”
“With pleasure.”
nine
Dorian woke early and met Maisie in the kitchen with a travel cup full of coffee. “I figured you’d need this.”
“Thanks.” Maisie took a sip. She closed her eyes and let the midnight blend settle. Her date night with Rhys turned into two days and nights. Once they hit the sheets, they only emerged from his bedroom for food, to rehydrate and fuck on the kitchen counter, and to drive Maisie home so she could get a change of clothes. Not that she wore her clothes in his house. There, she opted for one of Rhys’s button downs. The sight of her in his shirt drove him crazy.
“So, is it serious?” Dorian asked as she leaned against the counter with her own mug of coffee.
“It’s sex. And lots of it. I’m so fucking sore.” Maisie felt the blush at the back of her neck as memories of the weekend flashed through her mind.
“Is there such a thing as a lot of sex?”
Maisie nodded. “I think at one point my vag put a wall up when his dick got too close. It was like, ‘whoa dude, chill for a bit!’”
Dorian burst out laughing and coffee spurted from her mouth. “What is wrong with you?”
Maisie let out an exaggerated sigh and rubbed her hand over her face. She was tired, and the past two day’s exertions had left her feeling weak. “In any of my past relationships, it was a one and done, maybe twice if we were feeling horny, but with Rhys, everything turns us on.”
“So, it’s definitely a ‘we’ problem and not a ‘him’ or ‘you’ problem?”
“‘Problem’ seems so dramatic. Honestly, I’m looking forward to being at work because I need to rest. Rhys needs to rest.” Maisie sipped from her cup, and then refilled it.
“You’re so weird.”
“I know,” Maisie agreed. “But whatever. I’m super attracted to him, and I thoroughly enjoy being with him. He’s kind and polite, and so fucking sexy. He’s not anything like you’d expect someone as rich as him to be. And the house he lives in . . . it’s creepy AF, but beautiful at the same time. Oh, and he thanked me a couple of times for taking out the ad, so I guess, in reality, he’s thanking you.”
“Does he have a brother?”
“Only child, but he spoke about a cousin who lives in Boston, and sometimes stays at his place.”
“And he lives in that mansion by himself?”
“No, his parents and the house staff live there. Rhys lives on the third floor, in an apartment.”
“Wow. Rich rich.” Dorian exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Maisie nodded. “It’s daunting. But other than his car and the house, he’s not flamboyant about his money. I never would’ve figured it out if you hadn’t told me.”
“I’m torn about that,” Dorian said. “Like, why not just come out and say who you are?”
Maisie looked at her best friend. “He enjoyed being normal for the night.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
“All right, I gotta go save some lives. I’ll see you later tonight. Pizza for dinner?”
“I’ll have it ordered and delivered by the time you get home. Stay safe, be careful, and treat everyone with love.”
Maisie hugged Dorian and then made her way out of their apartment and to her car. It wasn’t quite spring yet, but the birds chirped about their early morning finds and the peaking sun colored the sky in shades of pink, red, and blue.