Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“No.” I laugh. “Surely not.”
“It’s true.” Rosemary nods before breaking into a smirk. “I mean, it wasn’t all bad. He was very easy on the eyes.”
“Mom!” everyone cries, and I laugh. Oh, I love this woman.
Blake stands and comes around to my chair. “Dancing?”
“We’re talking, Blake,” Aubrey snaps.
“I would like to spend five minutes with my girl, if that’s okay with you,” he fires back. “Get your own date.”
His girl.
I smile and put my hand in his, and he leads me to the dance floor and takes me into his arms. The string quartet is playing, and the music is floating through the room. “My beautiful witch.” He smiles down at me.
“What?” I frown.
“Well, everyone you meet seems to be bewitched.”
I smile up at my handsome date. “There’s only one person I want to bewitch.”
His eyes hold mine, and the air crackles between us.
“And who is that?” He plays along.
“Well . . . he’s tall and handsome and kind and smart.”
He smiles over the crowd on the dance floor. “Keep going. This is doing wonders for my confidence.”
“And when he looks at me, I get all the goose bumps.”
He leans in close and puts his mouth to my ear. “And how’s his dick?”
I giggle in surprise. “I have no idea.”
He pulls back to look at my face, puzzled.
“I’m talking about Blake Grayson Sr.”
“My father?” he gasps as he pokes me in the ribs, and I laugh out loud. “You wound me.”
“I’m joking.” I laugh. “I’m joking.”
He jerks me closer with his hand as a pretend punishment.
“How’s his dick?” I repeat his question.
He smiles mischievously. “Yes.”
“Incredible . . . I never knew sex could be so good.” I smile up at my handsome date. “You are giving me quite the education.”
His eyes darken as he stares at me. “Then we should go home and pound that pussy.”
I burst out laughing. “So romantic, Dr. Grayson.”
He spins me out and pulls me back in as I laugh out loud. “You have no idea.” He pulls me closer, and his lips meet mine. We kiss tenderly, and he smiles down at me.
“Thanks for coming with me.” His eyes roam over the crowded dance floor. “I know weddings are . . .”
“Fun.” I beam up at him.
“Interesting.” He kisses me again. “Let’s sneak out of here.”
I look around. “It’s not over yet, though. How do we sneak out of here?”
“You go to the bathroom, and I’ll go and tell my family that I have a headache.”
“Right.” I frown as I listen.
“You come back from the bathroom, and I’ll ask you if we can leave.”
“Ahh, so your family can’t blame me.” I tap my temple. “Smart.”
“My family won’t blame you, but I don’t want you to hear me tell them we are going home to pound pussy.”
I bubble up a giggle. “Please don’t.”
With one last lingering kiss, he releases me, and I make my way out of the ballroom and into the foyer to the ladies’ bathroom. I push through the heavy doors and look at my flushed face in the mirror. A surprised smile covers my face.
I look carefree and happy. I haven’t seen myself look this way for so long.
I float into the stall and sit down on the toilet. I hear the door bang as someone else walks in.
“Hey, did you see Blake on the dance floor just now with his date?”
My ears prick up. Are they talking about us?
“Who is she?” another woman asks.
“Oh my god, it’s so juicy,” the first woman replies. “She was married to his friend, and he stole her from him.”
My eyes widen. Fuck. They are talking about us.
“What?” the second girl gasps. “So they had an affair?”
“Probably.” The first girl snorts. “You know Blake—he always wants what he can’t have.”
I listen intently.
“He looks pretty smitten to me,” the second girl replies, and I hear the toilet flush.
“Ha, give it time,” she replies. “As if a washed-up divorcée could ever hold him. What idiot would throw away a marriage for a player?”
My heart sinks as I hear the tap turn on.
“Hey, it’s Blake Grayson. I would throw away everything for just one night with him.”
She laughs. “As would the entire female population.” I hear the paper towel dispenser turn on. “Your time will come; he’ll be single again in three months.”
“I’m totally making my move on him at Ally’s wedding.”
“Definitely.” I hear the door open. “Maybe I should call him before . . .”
“You should . . .”
The voices float into the distance as they leave.
Wow.
My breath quivers as I try to hold it together, and hot, caustic tears well in my eyes as I stare at the back of the door.
As if a washed-up divorcée could ever hold him.
I angrily swipe the tears from my eyes.
She’s right.
What the fuck am I doing?
Chapter 20
I stare out the window of the cab as the nightlife of Cancún flies by. Blake is holding my hand on his lap and happily chatting away.