Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
The whole week we barely see each other. The only making out we do is in the morning before going upstairs, but it’s not enough, and by the end of the week, I’m not the only cranky one.
“Grace.” I call her name when it’s almost the end of Friday.
“What?” she asks, walking into my office. She’s wearing a flowy skirt today.
“Are you done for the day?” I ask her, and she nods. I look out of the window, seeing that no one is nearby. “You can take off if you like.” She glares at me. “I’m just saying you’ve worked hard this week.”
“Whatever,” she hisses and turns to walk out of my office, grabbing her things and leaving. I roll my lips and wait five minutes before calling her.
“What’s got you in this mood?” I turn to look out at the sunlight.
“You,” she responds quickly. “You always put me in this mood.”
I laugh silently. “What did I do now?”
“Well, for one, you looked extremely hot today,” she huffs, “and I’m leaving without even kissing you. You suck at dating, by the way.”
I can’t help but chuckle out loud. “How about you come over for dinner tomorrow?” I invite softly. “I’ll put Meadow to bed at seven, and then we can have dinner together, followed by a massive make-out session.”
“I would like that very much,” she agrees finally, “like a lot.”
“Good, bring pj’s,” I tell her, and she groans.
“I’m not going to sleep over on our first date,” she huffs out.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” My cock wakes up. “Fine, sleep naked.”
“This isn’t helping, Caine,” she cries out. “You are the worst.”
“Call me later,” I tell her when I spot Kevin approaching her desk. She doesn’t even say goodbye. She just hangs up on me.
I get up, pretending to go drop something on her desk. “Looking for Grace?” I ask him, and he looks around. “She’s gone.” And taken, kiss-ass, my head says, but luckily, my mouth doesn’t.
“Oh, okay,” he says. “Have a great weekend.” I nod at him before turning and walking back into my office, grabbing my jacket and phone before leaving.
Tonight, I set an alarm for ten fifteen, and when I wake up, I call her. She answers after one ring, her voice filled with sleep. “Are you sleeping?” I ask her softly.
“I’m slipping into bed right now.” I hear the sheet rustle and wish I was with her. “I’m exhausted, but I set my alarm for seven. I’ll get up and do homework tomorrow morning and then nap before I come over.” I smile when she says that.
“What is your favorite meal?” I ask, and she laughs. “It’s like something I can’t make, right?”
“Either chicken potpie from my great-grandmother or—”
“How do you like steak and shrimp?” I interrupt her.
“I’m good with anything,” she assures me. “What time should I come over?”
“Now,” I joke with her, and she moans, and I honestly can’t fucking wait for her to come over tomorrow. “After seven fifteen is good.”
“Sounds good. Should I bring anything?”
“You and your sexy ass,” my mouth quickly answers without letting me think about it.
“Well, lucky for you my ass follows my body, so I will be there,” she teases, and she yawns.
“Go to sleep,” I say softly. “I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Okay, night,” she mumbles before she hangs up.
I put my phone on the side table, falling asleep right after she hangs up. The whole day I’m out of the house with Meadow. We go shopping for food, then I take her out to the park, where we fly her kite, making her run after it for an hour. When we get back home, I feed her quickly, then take her back outside to go bike riding. By the time she eats dinner, she’s begging to go to bed. Seven o’clock comes and she’s asleep in a matter of minutes. I have enough time to shower and walk downstairs before the doorbell rings.
I smile big when I walk over and pull open the door, seeing Grace standing there. She’s wearing a gold satin skirt with a white shirt, a short jean jacket, and black high heels on her feet. Her hair is pushed back from her face. “Hi.” That’s the only thing I let her say before dragging her inside and devouring her mouth.
twenty-one
Grace
“Hi,” he says. His whole face lights up, making the nervous energy I had inside me all day suddenly disappear. He slides his hand into mine, pulling me into his hold. I don’t even have time to laugh before his mouth is on mine. His tongue attacks mine, or maybe it’s my tongue that attacks his. Either way, the soft kiss I thought we were going to have in his entranceway is hot and heavy. It could be that for the last two days, our kisses were sparse, and I was running late on Friday, so the fifteen minutes we usually made out for was a mere two minutes. My hands grip his white T-shirt, trying to get closer to him. “Hi,” I finally reply, practically panting for him.