Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Fine, I’m in.” I shut my laptop. Julie is gorgeous and super fit. I bet she does have wild sex stories. At least someone is having sex. I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of nice to have someone new in our little circle. Plus, I’m nosy as all hell and really want to know what happened.
Less than ten minutes later, Frankie and I are walking into Hot Spot. Of course, Luna isn’t here yet. Luna can be rather predictable, and she is always late. She has all her little bubbly quirks, and they make up who she is, and I hope that never changes. I hope her new, very wealthy fiancé won't attempt to erase them and confine her to a Stepford-style box.
“They are really busy today.” I nod in agreement, my eyes roaming across the bar. “Oh, I think they might be leaving. He’s going for his wallet.” Frankie points to a table across the room. “Let's go over there and make it awkward for them.”
She is already moving before I can tell her I don’t think those men are going to be made to feel awkward. Both are handsome, but the one with thick, black hair is better-looking. A few women at the tables near theirs are batting their eyelashes toward them, trying to get their attention. It’s not working. But I can’t say I blame them in the least.
As if sensing my gaze, the black-haired man turns his head and locks eyes with mine. My breath catches. I think handsome might be an understatement. I almost trip before I jerk my eyes away from him. What the hell was that? I'm blaming it on the heels. They are half a size too small, but I couldn't pass up the sale. I still have college debt to pay. I can't be forking over full price for anything.
I want to tell Frankie to stop before we get any closer, but I swear it’s as though this handsome stranger has some sort of hold on me. My feet continue to move toward him. Never in my life have I had a reaction like this to a man.
“You guys planning to wrap it up soon?” Frankie asks. Did I mention she’s anything but subtle? I swear I want the floor to open up and swallow me. “Holy shit, are you Kaden Gunner?”
“Yeah, you need me to sign something?” He doesn’t even look up at her. His attention is on his phone.
“Nah, I want to buy you a beer. You know how much money I won when you fumbled that ball on the one yard line?” Kaden’s head finally snaps up to lock on to Frankie. “You had the boys at the office so pissed, and I cleaned house!”
“Is she serious right now?” Kaden asks my black-haired man. No, bad Nat. He’s not your anything. Knock it off. I silently chastise myself. I think I have been hanging out with the new client too much.
“Why don’t you ladies join us?” Mr. Handsome suggests. Even his voice is nice. It’s deep but has a hint of softness to it. It’s sexy but also soothing. Did I mention his smile is killer?
“All right. Move over, Kaden. This round's on me.” He actually does as Frankie orders. “We should get a picture, and I’m going to post it and piss everyone off.”
“Take this one.” Handsome pulls out a chair for me next to him. “I’m Dylan.”
“Natalie,” I tell him as I take a seat. “And my subtle friend over there is Frankie.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Sorry, we thought you were leaving and wanted to snag a table.”
“Not going anywhere.” He leans back in his chair as if to prove the point. For some strange reason I can’t explain, a sense of relief fills me with his words. I find that I don’t want him to go anywhere, which is absolutely insane because I don’t even know this man. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I think I’d like that.” I see Frankie watching me out of the corner of my eye. Yeah, we don’t let men buy us drinks. It tends to be a pain in the ass when you won’t hand over your number or leave with them. For once, those two options don't sound too bad.
Dylan orders me a drink and one for himself. I get lost in conversation with him about where he went to school, which is crazy impressive. He even has his own law firm.
“How chaotic is your life when you own a law firm?”
“It used to be, but I have been taking fewer clients and letting others in the firm handle more and more.”
“You’re bored of it.” I say this with a sense of understanding.
“I just don’t want to give my whole life to it.”
“I get that. I too wonder if I’m just with the wrong firm, so I’m not loving it like I thought I would, or if I want something…”