Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Oh my gosh, while am I babbling like a fool? This alpha male doesn’t want to hear about a new department store, nor does he want care about my shopping habits. Although I have to say that my red plaid skirt is very fetching. It’s a classic tartan print, with threads of green and gold, which make it look very festive. I’ve paired it with a black turtleneck and black Mary Janes with knee-high socks to keep my legs warm.
“It looks nice,” he says smoothly while shooting me a grin. “You’re very ripe and curvy.”
I stare at him. What did he just say? Did he imply that I have a womanly figure? Of course, he wouldn’t exactly be wrong because I’ve got about twenty pounds to lose. Fortunately, most of the weight is settled on my breasts and hips so that I’m an hourglass shape with a generous bosom and even more generous rump.
But before I can say anything, Blake holds up two tickets in his hands.
“Ready?” he asks. “I think they’ve already started previews.”
“Oh right,” I manage, a little flustered. “I’m sorry I’m late. I’m always late to things, to be honest.”
The handsome alpha male chuckles and puts a gentle hand on the small of my back, guiding me forward. His hand sears my skin even through the thick fabric of my turtleneck and my body goes hot all over from his electric touch. Oh my gosh, I’m losing it. Flora didn’t say her uncle would be this handsome, with his night-black hair and blue-as-sky eyes. Goodness.
But Blake appears as cool as a cucumber as he guides me to the theater door before handing the usher our tickets.
“Second floor, and then take a right,” she says in a disinterested voice while cracking her gum. Is this woman blind? Does she not see that I’m out with an insanely gorgeous man right now?
But teenagers will always be teenagers, and the ticket taker turns back to her phone, looking bored. Meanwhile, my entire body feels like it has electricity pulsing through it. My fingers and toes are literally tingling, even though he’s done nothing but rest his hand against my back. What would happen if Blake touched me elsewhere? Immediately, my nipples grow hard and I pray he can’t see.
The handsome man grins, and I blush again. I’m sure the low lights do nothing to hide my pebbled nips, and embarrassment rushes over me in waves. But it’s a good kind of embarrassment. It’s the kind you feel when the studly football player asks you out, or when a gorgeous man throws you a knowing look, which come to think of it, Blake is doing at this very moment.
“Popcorn?” he asks, raising a black eyebrow.
I stammer.
“Yes, please. A large.”
“Butter?” he asks.
“Yes. A lot, if that’s okay.”
He winks at me.
“I like a girl who eats,” is his low reply. “It makes them lush and ripe.”
There it is again. The word “ripe.” What does he mean by it? Does he mean that I look fertile and ready for a man? Because of course, I would love to be with him. Even though we just met ten minutes ago, a male with his commanding aura and astonishing good looks would make any woman melt into a puddle at his touch.
Blake saunters off to get the popcorn and I stand there, looking around nervously. Goodness, I hope he doesn’t pick up on my anxiety because that would be humiliating. Even more, I hope he doesn’t pick up on how aroused I am.
But the moment he reappears with a large bucket of popcorn in hand, I know that this alpha male knows everything. Those blue eyes gleam and a smile plays about his sensuous lips. But he doesn’t say anything other than, “Ready?”
I nod, and together we walk into the theater. It’s dark and Blake puts his hand on the small of my back once more to guide me through the aisles. Holy smokes. I’m going to spend two hours in the blackness with this gorgeous specimen of man by my side? Suddenly, a movie never sounded so good.
3
Blake
Cindy settles into a chair and I sit next to her. I pray that her eyes haven’t adapted to the darkness yet because she’d see my huge member otherwise. It’s obscene. The moment I saw the pretty blonde waiting by the theater entrance, every nerve in my body caught fire.
After all, my niece’s friend is gorgeous. She’s curvy and lush with long blonde hair trailing down her back and innocent blue eyes. And her outfit is straight out of a wet dream. I didn’t know that co-eds wore red plaid mini-skirts with knee high socks showing off just a glimpse of creamy thigh. My cock jerked when her skirt swished a bit, giving me a tantalizing peek of white panties.