Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 32174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Elle,” Drake says, sliding me down his big body until my bare feet hit the floor. Even knowing it’s my sister, he still blocks the door with his body as he lets her in, not even letting me see the hallway, an easy feat with his Hulk-sized body.
Elle pushes in, not waiting to be invited.
“You got it all done?” she huffs, and I just stare at her. She doesn’t look her normal self. In fact, she looks like I look after a long night with Drake. Her blonde hair is messy, her normally perfectly-pressed dress shirt looks like it was picked up off the floor and just thrown on.
“You said I’d have it by now,” she goes on. I know she’s frustrated with me. I keep telling her I’m almost done but then get distracted. She doesn’t want us to look flaky.
“It’s Drake’s fault. I told him I had to work and he wouldn’t let me leave the bed.” I stretch the truth and push him towards her, but he doesn’t move. Freaking concrete boulder.
“Yeah, because I’m going to peel your sweet ass off me when you wrap yourself around me.”
I totally did do that this morning. Normally, Drake wakes up before me to go work out, but this morning I somehow woke before him. Needless to say, he didn’t go to the gym this morning. I also didn’t finish my coding for Ensore’s new system.
“God, if I didn’t love the look you put on my sister’s face, I’d want to smack you both for being so annoyingly adorable.”
“You’re one to talk,” I shoot back at her.
“Hey, I’m just using him for sex.”
“I knew it! You did it!” I point my finger at her. She hasn’t given me anything about what’s going on between her and Pink except for the make-out sessions I’ve seen, but I haven’t seen a ton of her these past two weeks. I turn my pointer finger to Drake. “Double wedding is back on.”
Drake grabs my finger before biting the end of it, then kissing it. “You want your double wedding, I’ll make sure you get it, cupcake.”
“Drake says I can have anything I want,” I confirm to Elle.
“Is that so?” She crosses her arms and looks at me with a doubtful expression.
I just nod because it’s true. There’s not one thing I’ve asked for that I haven’t gotten. But all I seem to ask for is orgasms and food. Oh, and all The X-Files on Blu-ray.
“Can you make Pink stop following me around?” She raises an eyebrow, knowing that maybe Drake could make Pink leave her alone. He’s Pink’s boss, but I don’t think Drake telling him to leave her alone would work.
“Veto!” I yell before leaning towards Drake. “I can veto stuff, right?”
“Yeah, cupcake, you can veto stuff.”
“See?” I nod again, confirming that I get whatever I want. I think I’m more poking Elle than anything because before Drake she would have been all, “Why do you need The X-Files on Blu-ray? They are all on Netflix.”
“Code, Zoey. I’m not joking anymore. We signed a contract.”
“Okay, okay. I can have it all wrapped up in a few hours. It’s all done. I just want to run a few more tests on it.”
“Thank you.”
“When I’m done, do you want to start planning our double wedding? I found these board things that you pin stuff to online called Pinterest. WeddingMama1245 told me all the good places to find stuff to pin.”
“WeddingMama1245?” Elle says, laughing.
“She’s no joke. Don’t let the name fool you,” I say. I only tried to question WeddingMama1245 on something the other day and she snapped at me, saying she wasn’t going to give me links anymore. I thought about just hacking her and seeing what she was looking at, but I just said sorry instead. I didn’t want to lose my WeddingMama1245 connection.
“I wasn’t done with you.” I hear a growl and turn to see Pink standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of shorts. He looks like he just got out of the shower.
“You’re such a caveman. You don’t dismiss me,” Elle retorts.
“I’ll show you caveman when I get that baby planted in you.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Elle’s words come out all breathy. The same way mine do when Drake gives me his predatory eyes that I know are going to have me flat on my back in about two seconds.
“You’re right. It might already be in there.” Pink smiles at the statement, seeming to like the idea. A lot. Then he’s grabbing for her. She doesn’t even try to dodge him. She just lets him pick her up and rolls her eyes as he carries her out.
Drake shuts the door behind them, locking it.
“Pink always like that?” I ask, wondering about what he just said. Implying he was trying to impregnate my sister.
“Fuck no.” Drake points to the door. “That, I’ve never seen before. He’s done.”
“How do you know?” I push, wanting confirmation that Pink is good for my sister.
“I know the look, cupcake. See it every time I look in the mirror. He’s in love with her, and he’s making sure she can never leave him.”
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly.
“You start that and your sister will be back here in a few hours asking if you got your stuff done.”
I lean back and look up at him.
“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll do it. But when I’m done, you’re mine for the night.”
“I’m always yours, cupcake.” He kisses me on the nose. “Go get your stuff and meet me in the office. We’ll both knock out some work. I’ve got some things I need to go over.”
I just nod and pull away. I don’t ask what it is he has to go over. If he doesn’t tell me, then it’s mostly my case. I wish we could just find the stupid stalker already. I know it’s driving him crazy and making him edgy. To top it off, I’m starting to get cabin fever. I didn’t even know that was possible because I love staying in, but two weeks of not going outside is starting to wear on me. I don’t even ask Drake if he’ll take me out because he would, but I know it would stress him out and ruin the trip.