Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Are you seeing anyone?” I repeat. “I mean, I know you haven’t had sex for a while, but are you dating?”
“Why do you ask?”
I sit up. “Because you never tell me anything about your personal life.”
He turns the page as if annoyed, his eyes don’t leave the page. “Stop being nosey.”
“Well, are you?” He flicks the page but ignores my question. “I think we need to start being more open about our personal lives, don’t you? It’s weird that we spend all our time together and talk about everything except our relationships.”
His eyes meet mine. “It’s almost midnight, Eliza, why are we talking about this?”
“We aren’t talking.” I lie down in a huff. “I’m talking and you’re dodging my questions.”
He exhales heavily and keeps reading.
“Well, I am.” I huff.
“You’re what?”
“I’m beginning to date again.”
He drops his book. “What?”
“I’ve decided that I’m ready to date again.”
He glares at me. “What brought this on?”
I put my hands above my head. “I don’t know. I miss sex, I guess.”
He turns the page angrily. “Why don’t you go on Tinder and arrange for two guys to double bang you?” he says sarcastically. “Better yet, get one of them to film it and upload it to YouPorn.”
“Yeah, I might.” I roll my eyes. It’s a typical Nathan answer. Smartass. “A threesome has always been on my bucket list, actually. I may as well start ticking things off now that I’m thirty.”
“You’re thirty-one. And your bucket list must be riveting.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frown. “Sex isn’t on your bucket list?”
“No. If I want sex, I have sex. I most definitely don’t have bucket list sex. Jesus.”
Fuck he’s annoying, I roll over so that my back is to him. “Sorry, I’m not as cool as you and all your groupies, Dr. Mercer.”
“You want a date, I’ll get you a fucking date.” He gets up in a rush and storms over to my underwear drawer. He ruffles through it and digs out my vibrator. “Here he is.” He eyes it suspiciously as he holds it up. “Although I’m not quite sure what this pissant thing would do.”
“Size doesn’t count, Nathan.” I snap. “Not everyone wants a donkey dick, you know?”
“Does it even touch the sides?”
My mouth falls open in horror and I get up and snatch it from him, throw it back in my drawer, and slam it shut. “I’ll have you know, BOB touches all my sides because I happen to have a very tiny vagina.” I get into bed in a huff. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
He gets into bed beside me. I turn my back to him and he picks up his book.
“You’re annoying me,” I say.
“Well, you’re annoying me,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes, and after a while, he puts his hand on my hip, our sleeping position. Relaxation instantly begins to roll through me.
“Goodnight, Eliza.”
“Goodnight, Nathan.”
“Goodnight, Tiny,” he says.
I smile against my pillow. He has a name for my vagina now?
“Goodnight,” I squeak in a mouse voice.
He chuckles and pats my hip. “Go to sleep.”
* * *
I’m walking down the corridor toward the elevator when I hear someone call from behind me, “Eliza!”
I turn and see the guy from Saturday night. I’m taken aback. Shit, what was his name?
“Hi.”
“Samuel,” he prompts as he falls into step beside me. “Samuel Phillips. We met on Saturday night.”
“Yes, I remember.” I smile. Oh, he’s cute… I don’t remember him being this good-looking. “You work here?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m an anaesthetist.”
“Oh.” I only vaguely remember our conversation from the other night. “Did you tell me that already?” I frown.
“Yes.” He gives me a sexy smile. “In great length, actually.”
I wince. “Gosh, my apologies. Those cocktails went straight to my head. I’m so embarrassed.”
He chuckles. “That’s okay.”
We arrive at the elevator and I have to get in to go up to level three. “This is me.”
He lingers and then bites his bottom lip as if contemplating saying something. “Would you like to go out some time?”
I shrug casually as if super-hot anaesthetists ask me out every day. “Umm sure, why not?”
He smiles and I feel my stomach flutter. “Great.”
I hunch my shoulders, I’m being so weird right now but I have no control over myself. “Great.” I turn to get into the elevator.
“I need to give you my number.”
I give a nervous giggle. “Oh right.”
He digs in his pocket and pulls out a little brass case. He takes out a business card and passes it over. “Call me tonight.”
I stare at the card in my hand. “Okay.” I smile and then turn toward the elevator.
“Don’t forget.”
“I won’t.” Oh, he’s really cute.
He points at me as he walks backward. “Because I’ll come looking for you if you don’t call me. I mean it. I’m into you, Eliza. You better call me.”
I laugh at his over the top flirtyness. “Yes, okay, I promise.” I turn and get into the elevator and he puts his hands into his suit pockets as he watches me.