Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“There’s a twenty-four-hour market over in Guilderland.”
“Guilderland? That’s like a half hour away, isn’t it?”
Brayden shrugged. “I couldn’t make a picnic out of Cheez Whiz from the gas station, now could I?”
“What time did you go there?”
“About six.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe you did all this for me. You are the sweetest.”
“I’m actually not.” Brayden frowned. “I’m a pig.”
“Why are you a pig?”
He slanted his eyes to a pair of underwear I’d left on the bed. “Because while you were rummaging through that basket, I was trying to figure out if I could swipe those and take them home without you noticing.”
I covered my mouth and giggled. “Maybe we can’t control ourselves in here. Just give me a few and I’ll be ready to go.”
I went into the bathroom and finished drying my hair, then brushed my teeth. I was already dressed, but before I went back out, I decided to do a quick change.
Brayden was fiddling with his phone, sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood. “You all ready?”
“I am.”
He grabbed the basket. “There’s a park about a mile away. I thought we could go there. I have a blanket in my car.”
“Sounds good. But I have a gift for you first.” I walked over and used a finger to pull out the front pocket of his jeans and stuff what I’d hidden in my fist inside.
He looked down. “What was that?”
I pushed up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “My underwear.”
He glanced to the bed and back. His brows drawn tight.
“Not those,” I whispered. “The ones I just took off, so they smell like me.”
***
Brayden tossed a grape into the air and caught it with his mouth. His head rested on my lap, legs spread out longer than the blanket, while I looked down and enjoyed the view.
“I have one. What did you think of me when we first met that night in the bar?”
We’d been playing a version of Truth or Dare for the last hour, except our version was Truth or Kiss. We took turns asking each other questions, and if you didn’t want to answer, you had to kiss the other person wherever they pointed. So far, I’d kissed Brayden’s cheek, neck, and mouth. It would’ve been a dangerous game if we weren’t in a public park with kids twenty feet away on the swings.
“I thought you were very handsome,” I said. “And funny. And clearly modest since you just dragged this compliment out of me.”
Brayden smiled and held up a grape. I leaned down and took it from his hand with my mouth. “What did you think of me?”
“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
I started to laugh, assuming his corny answer was an exaggeration, but his face was dead serious.
“I’m not kidding,” he said.
“So you’re telling me you thought I was more beautiful than say…” I tapped my finger to my mouth as I chewed. “A supermodel? Like Gigi Hadid or Kaia Gerber?”
“Absolutely.”
“I think you need glasses.”
He shrugged. “Believe what you want. But I’m telling you, I’ve never been more attracted to a person in my life. My entire body felt it.”
I rolled my eyes, but I think I was more afraid to believe him than anything. There were plenty more-beautiful women than me. Yet I could’ve sworn Brayden was being honest, and that scared the crap out of me. I reached for my second mimosa and finished the last of it. “My turn. Have you ever been arrested?”
Brayden’s face fell. “Where do you want the kiss?”
“Really? You’re not going to answer that one?”
“We’ve been doing so well, and I don’t want you to think less of me.”
“I’ll take the kiss if you really aren’t comfortable sharing, but I feel like I should know if I’m spending time with a hardened criminal.”
“It was once, and they knocked it down so I just paid a fine.”
“Come on. Now I’m so curious. Tell me.”
Brayden sighed. “Solicitation of prostitution.”
My jaw dropped. “You got caught picking up a sex worker?”
“I was at a bachelor party in Vegas for one of my buddies. One of the guys had hired a stripper, but she canceled at the last minute. I got dragged down to some sleazy strip club to see if we could find a replacement. I didn’t even want a damn stripper to begin with. I just wanted to gamble and get drunk. Anyway, apparently the place we went to had been under investigation because it was a front for a prostitution ring. We had no clue. My buddy I went with started flirting with a dancer, and I just wanted to get the heck out of there, so I asked the guy working the door if any of the girls could be hired for a private party. He asked what I wanted, and I said dancing. Then he asked me if the dancer needed to do any tricks. I swear I didn’t know he meant sex. A few months before, another buddy had gotten married, and the stripper shot ping pong balls from between her ass cheeks. So that’s what I was thinking. I said sure and asked if that would be extra. He pointed me to a woman sitting at the bar and told me I needed to pay her. I paid whatever the guy asked. Thirty seconds later, I had cuffs slapped on me.”