Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Then another thought occurred to me. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe that’s why he disappeared so quickly. I sighed, flopping back down on my bed. Maybe this was all a moot point anyway. I had no idea what his room number was and I was sure they didn’t give out that information at the front desk. I let out a big sigh and then sat up again. The head rush was less this time. Maybe I’d give it a try though. And if I couldn’t find him, I’d just have to resign myself to the long weekend of law presentations stretched out in front of me, just as I had planned.
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Carson
I closed the door to my hotel room and dropped down on my bed, lying back and bringing my hands up to scrub down my face. Shit. Watching her walk away had sucked. But she had never agreed to stay with me and she had been so damn excited to get off the elevator, I knew that if I asked again, her answer would be no. She hadn’t even turned to say goodbye. I wasn’t going to make it more uncomfortable for her and I wasn’t going to beg. Women begged me, I didn’t beg them. End of story.
Still, I had thought we connected in a way that I never connected with women. Especially women I found attractive. God, I was such a fucking idiot—you felt a connection, Carson. She didn’t. And this time, double fucking whammy, she didn’t even want to enjoy my best assets. Not even that?
There were plenty who did though. I wasn’t going to lie around like a lovesick girl and write in my diary with my pink glitter pen all night.
I lay on the bed for a while longer before I stood up and stripped off my clothes and walked to the shower. As I was stepping out, I thought I heard a small knock at my room door. I stilled and listened but didn’t hear it again. I wrapped the towel around my hips, and as I was walking out to grab some clothes, I heard some scuffling sounds right outside my door. My heart jumped, and I walked quickly to the door and flung it open.
Grace Hamilton was just turning away.
She jerked back around and let out a small screech as the door banged against the wall. I felt a huge grin about to spread across my face, but I forcefully stifled it, and leaned my towel-clad hip against the doorframe, crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow. She was going to have to tell me she wanted this.
She took a deep breath and I could see that she was battling herself. I remained quiet, waiting. Hoping. Finally, after about a million years, she exhaled out all on one breath, “You asked if I’d spend the weekend with you.”
I nodded. “Yes. I did.” I continued to look at her expectantly.
Her eyes darted one way and then the other. “Are you still… I mean, do you still want to…”
“Yes, Grace. I do.”
She let out another breath, but then bit her lip, shifting from one foot to the other. “Me too,” she finally said, “I want that too.”
I grinned, feeling something soar inside. “That’s all I needed to hear, buttercup.” I held the door open to let her cross through.
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Grace
My heart slowed down when he swung the door open and gestured for me to walk inside the hotel room that looked pretty much just like mine. I had been shaking when I knocked on his room door, but then when he didn’t answer, the disappointment that filled me was stronger than the nerves. I had been turned from his door and was rooting in my purse for some paper and a pen, not even knowing what I’d write yet, when he swung the door open and stood there in nothing more than a towel around his narrow hips. I had swallowed hard in order not to start drooling all over the hallway rug. He was lean but had defined muscles, and his skin was smooth and golden. He stood there looking completely comfortable in his skin. And why shouldn’t he? He was used to disrobing for others’ eyes. I pushed that thought aside, though, and told him why I was there. The look of happiness that spread over his face made me relax a little.
Not completely. But a little.
I walked inside and sat down on the bed, my nerves starting to buzz again when it hit me what I was doing. I looked around and realized I was bouncing my knee. I crossed my legs and looked up at Carson, uncertain what to do. What was the protocol here? He was watching me, an amused expression on his face. “I’m gonna go put some clothes on. I’ll be right back.”