Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“A lot of people are small compared to you.” My body is well aware of the fact that he’s large everywhere, and I can barely hide my body’s reaction to him.
“I don’t care about a lot of people—only you.” I gasp, feeling the weight of his lusty words. Aware of how flustered he’s making me, he adds, “Now, let us eat before all of this food gets cold.”
Chapter Five
Graham
“Wow, they really outdid themselves,” she says, looking at the table. I must have freaked her out with my intensity, so I decide to back off and focus on our meal. The team outdid themselves. I know I asked for a large spread, but this could feed ten people. We take turns lifting them off to see what they brought.
She opens one of the last trays to reveal a half dozen chocolate covered strawberries. A moan slips past her pretty pink lips. A groan rips from my own mouth because I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this meal without stripping her and burying my cock deep inside her. “I think they were trying to help me impress you.”
“Well, that’s one way to a girl’s heart,” she sasses me. It’s fucking sexy to watch her try and play it cool.
I move to her side and whisper, “Good to know. I want to know all the ways.”
She looks up at me with suspicion in her light eyes. “You’re working on it, smooth talker.”
“Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment even if it’s not meant as one.”
“I’m not sure yet. I’m letting my desire cloud my judgment, so I’ll let you know.”
“Do that. I promise your judgment couldn’t be sounder.”
“Who are you?”
“I told you. Graham Hamilton, but I’m assuming you want to know more. That’s fine as long as we talk and eat.”
“Great.” We take turns serving the dishes closest to each of us then dig in.
Wanting to know more about her, I give her the answers I think she might want. “So I’m thirty, single, no kids, and I work behind a computer screen all day and night in my condo in Chicago.”
“I’m twenty-one, single, no kids. I work at a local diner outside of Miami. We are totally worlds apart.” I hear the regret in her voice as if somehow I care that she isn’t as successful as me. The only thing that bothers me is living in Miami. That isn’t going to work. I’m going to have to kidnap her pretty ass if she forces that issue. I’m crazy, and I know it, but I have no fucks to give at this point.
“Not that far apart and we can easily fix where you live. As for the only other factor, did you go to college?”
“Yes, for two years for teaching, but then my aunt got sick. It got too hard to work full time and go to school while caring for her.”
“Do you miss it? Do you still want to be a teacher?”
“Not really—but having a degree would make me feel more accomplished.” She plays with her food on her plate, refusing to look up at me, and hell if I can have that.
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine, squeezing it. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t have a college degree. I have a few certifications from an online school, but no four-year degree.”
“Wow, that’s incredible.”
“Yeah well, if you find what you love and you don’t need a four-year degree for it, then why bother.” Also, the idea of sticking it to my father made online tech schooling easy to decide on.
“I get it. I don’t have a passion that I’m sure about. I’m not stellar at anything in particular.”
“It may come in time.” I envision her being a wonderful mother to our babies. “So any other family members I need to know about? Any big brothers or cousins going to rough me up for thinking of hiding you away with me forever?”
“No. I’m an only child, and my aunt didn’t have kids. You?”
“Two sisters, but they’re about six years old right now.”
“Wow, your mom had them really far apart.”
“Funny. They aren’t my mom’s daughters. My dad had many affairs, apparently. They were the result of one of them. Twin girls.” I’ve only met them one time, but I should find a reason to be in their lives more. Maybe when they’re older, but for the time being, I feel like it’s an insult to my mother.
“Oh shit. That’s terrible.” She gasps. “Your poor mom.”
“Tell me about it. It was a hell of a shock at the will reading. Thankfully, I’m so glad my mother had no reason to come.”
“He didn’t leave her anything?” Her mouth parts in pure shock with tears in her eyes.
“Baby, don’t cry. They divorced about a year before he died. It came as a big surprise, but she’d learned that her marriage had been a lie the entire time. To my mother, my father died the day she learned he left her.”