Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I open the drawer and grab my mascara, then apply a couple of coats before picking up my lip liner. I trace my lips before I fill them in and top them with lip gloss. “Why do you wear lip gloss?” I can hear him ask. “It just makes me want to mess up your lips by kissing the shit out of you.”
I toss the gloss into my small black purse along with my phone. On my way out of the closet, I take one last look at myself and smile. “Let’s play, Romeo,” I say before grabbing a black jacket but holding it in my hands.
When I walk out of my room, I look over at the front door and see that he’s not there. “Did he leave?” I ask myself as I make my way down the stairs.
“I did not leave.” I hear him from the other side as he walks out of the kitchen. He takes one look at me, and I know he likes what he sees. His eyes go a dark blue when he’s about to lose control. I’ve seen it enough times to know that look.
“Why are you lurking in my house?” I huff, ignoring the way my body wants to react to him. So what? I’m attracted to him, I try to tell myself. I haven’t had sex in a long time, I argue with myself, making up reasons. “Now I’m going to have to sage it when I get back.”
“You look beautiful,” he compliments, stopping in front of me.
“One, I know.” I turn and walk in front of him, giving him a chance to check out my ass because I know how much he used to love my ass. “And two.” I open the door, looking over my shoulder and seeing that he is, in fact, staring at my ass. His eyes fly up to mine when he sees that I’ve stopped. “Save it for someone else, Romeo.”
I walk out the door and wait for him to follow before I turn back and shut it. Pressing the button on the pin pad, I lock the door. “That isn’t exactly safe,” he informs me, and I look over at him.
“Going out with you isn’t safe either, yet here I am,” I fire back, ignoring that my stomach got some flutters when it sounded like he was worried about me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, and he looks at me.
“It’s a surprise.” He stands next to me. “Shall we?” He puts his hand on my lower back, the heat seeping into my skin.
“I can meet you there.” I point over at my car with my thumb.
“Not a chance in hell.” He guides me toward the Mercedes and opens the passenger door. “After you,” he says, and I get in, but he doesn’t close the door, so I look back over at him. He squats down next to the open door. “In case I don’t tell you later,” he says softly, “I had the best time tonight.”
I look at him shocked. “Did you just quote Julia Roberts?”
He laughs. “You said it’s your favorite movie.” He shrugs, and I can see his eyes fill with lightness. “But it fit the scene.”
“Have you ever seen the scene in Carrie?” I ask. He doesn’t answer me; he just closes the door. I make the mistake of watching him walk away in the side mirror. It’s my turn to watch his ass, and fuck if it hasn’t gotten even better than it was before.
He gets into the car, and I make sure that I put my purse and jacket on my lap, folding my hands together so he doesn’t grab one of them. He starts the car, and it’s the most awkward car ride of my life, and I’ve been in the car after seeing my parents do the nasty. When he pulls up to a white building, all I see is the name of the hotel, and my head whips around to him. “This is where you’re taking me?” I ask as he pulls up for the valet.
“Yes,” he confirms at the same time as my door opens and a man is smiling at me.
“Welcome to Virgin Hotel,” he greets. “Are you staying with us?”
“Absolutely not.” I shake my head and then feel Romeo beside me.
“We have a reservation at the Common Club,” he says to the man who hands him a ticket.
“Wow, you were so sure of yourself.” I shake my head, walking into the hotel and not making a scene because I don’t want to bring any attention to myself.
“I made the reservation while you were getting dressed,” he tells me, and I look over at him as I ignore how beautiful the lobby is. As soon as we walk into the restaurant, all I see is the long marble bar that is against the wall with red stools. A long gold chandelier is draped all above the bar top, with bartenders in the back working their magic. There are small tables all around the room with different colored chairs. The woman at the hostess stand smiles at us and then does a double take at Romeo. I roll my eyes, looking away. “Reservation for two, under Beckett.”