Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You seem to be pretty fit. I would think being on tour would be like going on a cruise. Everyone always comes back with a few extra pounds,” she says.
I grin to myself. She’s not wrong. Tours can be hard on the body. I’ve learned my lesson in the past.
“We tend to stay active. Well, as active as you can while on a bus most of the time,” I say, pointing to the pull-up bar over the door. “That comes in handy most days.”
She gives a smile while nibbling on a piece of bacon. She’s so damn cute while she’s eating. Her hair is down again, covering her eye. She’s dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
“So we’ll be stopping again soon, right?”
“Yup, good old Detroit. We only have one show there though,” I reply after swallowing some more of my food.
“Okay, cool,” she says, cutting into the omelet and placing a forkful into her mouth. “Mmm, oh wow. This is so good.”
I swallow back the dirty images that come to mind with her moaned words. I narrow my eyes at her. She has to know she’s turning me on.
Yet, as she ignores me to devour the rest of the food on her plate, I know it has nothing to do with me at all. I grin. She’s not like any of the women I’ve met in my past.
Not once did she try to seduce me last night. She wouldn’t have had to do much. If she gave the signal, I was all for it.
“Do you have a boyfriend waiting for you in Cali?” I blurt out as jealousy starts to take root from the possibility that she does.
She makes a sour face and places her plate on the bedside table. I watch as she finishes chewing and swallows the food in her mouth. The look in her eyes says enough without the words.
“No, the guy I was dating lived in Miami. He used to come to New York for our dates. That’s a nonissue now,” she says when she finally speaks.
“Got it.” I nod. “Gorgeous is single.”
“And not ready to mingle. Especially not with my potential boss,” she says softly.
“A deal is a deal. I had the contract emailed over. We have a printer on the bus. I’ll get it printed out once we’re done eating,” I reassure her.
“Cool.”
“Have you ever dated a White guy?”
“Have you ever dated a Black girl?” she shoots back.
I give her a grin as I chew on my waffle. I wipe the sticky feeling from my lip and stick my thumb into my mouth. Saga’s gaze follows the motion, causing me to smile more.
“A couple,” I reply.
She seems taken aback by my response. I chuckle, finishing the rest of my food, I place the plate down beside hers. I pick up the one she set aside and point at it.
“You done?” I ask.
“You really plan to finish that?”
“Sure do.”
“Yeah, I’m finished,” she says, shaking her head at me.
“Now, for the answer to my question.”
“My ex. He was White.” She shrugs. “First time I’ve dated outside of my race. Not sure if I’ll repeat.”
“One douchebag shouldn’t get to spoil it for all of us,” I say.
She tilts her head at me and narrows those pretty eyes. I like her studying me. I want her to see me. I want her to know me.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“What’s that?”
She sighs. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
No, I’m not going to make this easy on her. I know exactly how I plan to win her over. It’s how I got the world to love me. I’ll sing until she surrenders.
One note at a time, I’m going to make you mine, Saga.
CHAPTER 4
Signed
Bishop
“This offer is way too generous. At my old firm this would be twice the amount for a campaign of this size,” Saga says with her brows knit as she looks over the contract I’ve printed and handed to her.
I shrug. “You’re traveling with us for the extra social media content. I believe it’s a fine salary. Consider any extra a sort of relocation fee since I’m interrupting your return to Cali. Fair enough?”
She looks up at me and stares for a moment. I study her back. I would have given her twice as much for just the consult last night. Her ideas were brilliant.
“It says here that you also plan to furnish me with a new phone and laptop for the position. This is a lot, Bishop.”
I frown. “You said they kept your work laptop and you shipped your personal ahead. You can’t do the job if you’re not equipped.” I shrug.
She runs a hand through the front of her hair and nods. “Okay, fine.” She sighs then mutters to herself. “This is the best option I have at the moment, so I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”