Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He laughs. It’s such a gorgeous sight.
I could stare at this face for days…
“Talk about chemistry,” he says with a flirty smile.
“Actually, electricity is a part of physics rather than chemistry, so the pun is incorrect.”
My heart starts pounding as his flirty smile turns into an amused grin.
Shit. Shit!
This was going so well.
Why do I always ruin it? Why can’t I be like other girls and just smile back while flicking my hair?
This is why I don’t have a boyfriend. Why I’ve never had a boyfriend. Why I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin who’s stuck alone for the Holidays, again.
“I mean…” I say, my cheeks burning hot.
“No, you’re right,” he says, actually amused by my flavor of crazy. “There are two things I hate more than anything: Mixing up fields of science and incorrect puns. I hope you can forgive me.”
“It’s going to take some time…”
“Does this mean I can see you again?”
I swallow hard as I stare into those unworldly eyes. My body is on fire. The spark ignited when we touched and now it’s a blazing inferno.
Now, that’s what I want for Christmas.
To see this man again.
And to be consumed by him.
CHAPTER THREE
Quinn
“Unless,” I say to the adorable beauty standing in front of me, “you have a boyfriend.”
My heart stops as I wait for her answer. I don’t know what I’m going to do if this girl is taken. I don’t think I can handle knowing that another man touches her soft skin and kisses those luscious lips.
I want them all to myself.
This is the girl for me. She’s mine. I knew it the second I laid eyes on her gorgeous face.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she says in that sweet syrupy voice. It makes the hair on my arms stand up. It fills me with warmth.
I want her. I need her.
She’s staring at me with those rosy cheeks, her blue eyes shining like stars. I want to sink my hands into her wavy brown hair and pull that sexy mouth to mine. I want to taste her. I want to sink inside her. I want to make her scream my name.
She gets flustered with my heated eyes on her, so she turns back to the sweaters. “This one is nice,” she says as she runs her hand sensually along it. I want to watch her stroking the soft material, but I have to look away before I get rock hard in the middle of the store.
I don’t know what this woman is doing to me or how she’s doing it, but I’m already obsessed. I’ve never had a reaction like this before. Ever.
I’m usually annoyed when women flirt with me. I just want them to go away, so I can continue with my busy day, but with this angel, I can’t get enough.
“What’s her favorite color?” she asks.
I rack my brain trying to remember Willow’s favorite color. “Yellow,” I say when I recall her room as a child. Nearly everything was yellow in it.
“Yellow can be tricky with skin tones,” Jemma says with a smile. “How about white? You can’t go wrong with white.”
She picks one up and puts it into my hands. This time when our fingers touch, there’s no shock, but there’s definitely electricity. We stare into each other’s eyes, neither of us making any effort to move.
“I’ll take it,” I say as I stare into her eyes. I’ll take you too…
“She’ll love it,” she says with blushing cheeks. “What size?”
I have no idea.
She giggles when she sees my face. “Is she taller than me? Shorter? Wider? Slimmer?”
I love it because it gives me an excuse to look her up and down. I take my time, slowly dragging my eyes up her black jeans to her tight, long-sleeve black shirt that has her tits looking incredible. I can see just the hint of cleavage, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I know I’ll be thinking of it all night long.
“I guess she’s about your size,” I say, not wanting to compare this delicious creature to my sister. I don’t want to be thinking about my sister at all right now with all the dirty thoughts cycling through my head. It’s like pouring a bucket of cold water on the smoldering fire.
“Can you try it on for me?” I ask. I’m sure the size is fine, but I want to see this beautiful girl in it.
She looks over at the packed changing rooms and then something dawns on her. “Come,” she says. “I know just the spot.”
I never take my heated eyes off her as I follow her through the store to a hidden changing room in the back.
“Everyone uses those busy changing rooms over there, but we have a secret hidden room for our VIP clients and their personal shoppers.”
“I’m thrilled I made the club.”
“You’re going to need to buy more than a sweater to join the club, but I can sneak you in for tonight.”