Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I most certainly do. They can be such a headache.” She fluffed her hair and sucked in her tummy. “If you find yourself in the mood to discuss their silliness while you’re visiting, just give me a yell. My name is Sofia and I’m on duty from morning until six in the evening every day this week. I’m sure we could find countless stories to entertain each other.” Her fingertip ran across his cheek and she added, “Potrei guardarti tutto il giorno.”
Gritting my teeth, I interrupted. “Too bad he’ll be looking at me all day. Please turn in my food order. I have a very busy schedule.” Sure, I sounded like an arrogant ass, but I felt like a jealous teenager.
Another wink from Landon to the waitress. “I’ll keep that in mind, Sofia. Sei Bellissima.”
When she finally walked away, an extra sway to her hips since Landon, the bastard, had told her she was beautiful, I turned my glare in his direction. “Was all that bullshit really necessary? Is this how I’m going to spend the rest of my trip—watching you make a fool of yourself by flirting outrageously with every woman we’re around?”
He gave me a bored look. “And man.”
“What? What the hell does that mean? Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course, I’m listening to you. I mean, you have a very busy schedule…which obviously means you’re something special, huh? I was merely answering your question on whether I planned on making a fool of myself by flirting with every woman we’re around. Yes, I probably will, but I’ll also flirt with the men. I’m bisexual. I like to keep all my options open.” He stood up. “Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s hit the breakfast bar. You worked out so hard this morning that it even made me hungry. Come on,” he urged. “We don’t have all day; you’re important.”
“Stop being such an asshole!” I snarled as I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance.
He laughed…and, of course, the sound was husky and damn sexy. How could I be so pissed and turned on at the same damn time? “I think you’re a bit confused about which one of us is acting like an asshole. Hell, maybe we both are, but what does it matter? I’m starved. Let’s go.”
Frowning, I snapped, “I’m not going to the breakfast bar with you. I ordered a plate.” Fuck, I couldn’t get up and follow him to the bar. It seemed like every time I got around the man, my dick perked up and got hard, just like it was at the moment. Nope. No way was I getting up. My skinny jeans were way too unforgiving of bulges for me to get out of my chair.
“Let’s go, Micah. You know I’m not going to leave you sitting here alone. I’m your bodyguard.” He copied my stance, only standing up…looking down at me.
“I will literally be ten feet away from you! I’ll be perfectly safe,” I griped. As I argued, I dug the heel of my hand into my dick in an attempt to make the bastard calm the fuck down. The problem was, the more demanding Landon became, the more my dick wanted to play. I’d never been one to enjoy being bossed around. Actually, it normally pissed me the fuck off. With Landon, my dick definitely approved of his high-handed attitude.
“Don’t make me do something that will embarrass the both of us, Micah. Let’s go. We don’t have all morning. You have a fitting across town in less than two hours. I, for one, would rather not show up there starved to death.”
Little did he know that I went to every fitting starved to fucking death. It was a way of life for me. My splurge on even eating breakfast would give my father a coronary if he found out about it. Before I could ponder the situation any further, he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me out of the chair. I tried to dig my feet in, but it was a waste of time. With very little effort, he tugged me across the floor.
To avoid making any more of a spectacle of both of us, I finally stopped struggling and allowed him to win this battle. “Stupid fucker,” I muttered, but he only laughed. I was in mid-breath to blast him with another string of cuss words when the most beautiful sight in the world cause my mouth to slam shut and my eyes to bug out of my head. Directly in front of me were three long, covered bars which were lined from one end to the other with different types of breakfast foods. There were scrambled eggs, every kind of fried meat my thumping heart could desire, potatoes served several ways, fruits, muffins, croissants, pancakes, French toast, an omelet bar, a bar that…