Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Although there were a few places he hadn’t yet touched. And those spots ached for him to do so.
Though I could see now, I put my arm back around Kyle’s, letting him guide me. The fabric of his black suit jacket felt expensive—maybe even designer. Kyle was a funny guy. He didn’t always dress super well. Half the time, he was happy to wear sports apparel or shorts and a tight t-shirt. Or no shirt. It didn’t really matter what he wore because he always looked good.
But when he decided to dress up, he was absolutely lethal. It was like he became this instrument designed to drive women crazy—as he’d been doing to me all night.
He’d teased me that I’d probably have a spontaneous orgasm when I saw him in his suit, and I swear, I very nearly had. When I’d come out of the bedroom and seen him waiting for me in the living room… well, it was the first time I’d truly understood what the phrase weak at the knees meant.
His black suit hugged his body like it had been made just for him, tailored so close it showed off the muscles I usually only saw when he was shirtless around the house. And somehow, he made it look effortless, like he hadn’t even tried. His button-down shirt, made out of some shiny black material, was open at the collar, a couple buttons undone, and the glimpse of skin there felt like it was just for me.
The way he’d looked stopped me in tracks, but the way he’d looked at me—that was the part that nearly made his prediction come true. I couldn’t remember a man looking at me the way he did, and certainly not a man who was that unbelievably attractive. If he was going to look that hot on every date, then he could blackmail me into one every time.
“Nervous?” Kyle asked, and I jumped, wondering if he’d somehow known what I’d been thinking about.
“A little,” I admitted. “But it’s the good kind of nervousness. Filled with excitement and anticipation, too.”
“Good. Because we’re almost there.”
Once he said that, I realized that I could hear faint voices. The tunnel was still dark, but up ahead, I sensed an open space.
We turned a final corner, and there was a stand there with a man in a tuxedo behind it—like a maître d’, except he was our age. Kyle stepped away from me and whispered something to the man, who nodded. “Welcome, lovely lady,” the man said. “Your table is waiting.”
Kyle nodded and led us into a large room that had the sounds and scents of an upscale restaurant, but it didn’t look like any place I’d ever been.
Everything was bathed in a soft, golden-red glow, and the walls were draped in thick velvet curtains that looked like they’d been pulled straight out of some old Hollywood movie. It didn’t feel like we were on campus anymore. It didn’t even feel like we were in this century.
The people inside didn’t look like ordinary college students, either. The women were in elegant evening gowns, their hair done up like they were headed to a gala or something. And the men wore gorgeous dark suits, like Kyle’s, or actual tuxedos with shiny shoes and cufflinks that caught the light.
Everyone looked rich and polished, like they belonged to some kind of secret society. Some couples were at tables, but a lot of the guests were on their feet, mingling, talking, and quite probably, checking out everyone’s amazing clothes. Most had champagne glasses, and they just looked so damn poised and elegant.
I was suddenly very grateful that I’d found this beautiful dress yesterday, but for the first time, I worried that it wasn’t fancy enough—no matter how much Kyle had seemed to like it.
He had his hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the large, opulent room. My eyes kept darting around, taking in everything—the gleaming hardwood floors, the dim lighting, the way the chandeliers sparkled over everyone’s heads. My heart was fluttering for a hundred reasons. I was excited, yes, but also kind of overwhelmed. I’d never been anywhere like this before. It felt too beautiful, too fancy, and I couldn’t quite believe that this place existed somewhere under the Langley campus—and that I was here with an incredibly hot baseball star.
A waiter in a crisp white shirt and black pants walked by, shouldering a heavy tray, and Kyle guided me around him. I smiled up at him and saw that he was watching me, taking in my reaction to everything.
I kept trying to look everywhere at once. At the bar tucked into the far wall, glowing like its own little spotlight in the dim room. It was beautiful—warm wood and rich reds, with bottles lined up behind glass and gold that shimmered in the low light. At the barstools covered in red velvet. Red seemed to be the theme of this place… everything from the tablecloths, the huge drapes lining the door to the kitchen, and even the lighting gave off a red glow.