Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
He stilled in the doorway, twisting back to look at me expectantly.
Don’t say it.
Don’t say it.
Don’t say it, Alexa.
“You ever talk to him like that again,” I kept my voice mild, “I’ll have your balls.”
Ah, nuts. You said it.
Twitch looked at me a long moment, his eyes flashing, and when he pounced at me, I squeaked in shock, my heart jolting.
One strong arm came around me tightly, the other sliding down my back, gripping my ass in his firm grasp, biting as he squeezed hard. He growled low in his throat and gently nipped my earlobe before he let out a rough sounding “I love it when you go all mama bear.” He pulled back, biting his bottom lip, his gaze hooded, and when his hand lifted and landed on my ass cheek with a hard slap, I yelped. His eyes flashed a second time, when he rumbled, “Fuckin’ sexy.”
And my vagina swooned dead away.
He left me in the bathroom, alone and horny, and when he came back a short while later, finding me in the exact spot he left me, his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Molly’s gonna watch the monster. I’m takin’ you out to lunch. So—” He checked the solid silver watch. “—be ready in an hour.” He took a step back. “Oh, and baby?”
My gaze settled on him, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a little peep.
The creases at his eyes deepened, as he ordered, “Dress nice.”
I walked out of the house feeling stupid, but that stupidity faded into nothing when I saw the monstrosity purring in my driveway.
My mouth gaped, and when my eyes found his, my voice was small. “What the heck is this?”
He looked like a goddamn snack as he ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the black fancy car in those black jeans that hugged his long legs ever so nicely. Wearing a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, it showed off his big hands and tattooed arms in a way that made my gut tighten and my heart jump into my throat. He’d swapped out his scuffed Adidas originals for a brand new pair of casual black lace-ups, and my mouth went drier than the Sahara.
Jesus Christ, he was handsome. Too handsome, in my opinion. And when he took off his sunglasses, his heavy gaze roamed my body, and I was back to feeling dumb, especially when he held out his sunglasses in my direction, and muttered a rough, “What the fuck is that?”
My stomach clenched in embarrassment and I dipped my chin, as I uttered, “That time we went shopping,” my voice was small, “you liked it so...”
Oh, no.
The tight, white, low-cut mini dress was definitely more appropriate for a twenty-year-old, not a woman in her thirties. Clenching my eyes shut, I slapped a hand to my forehead and spun around, walking back toward the house in my caramel-colored heels. “Sorry. Let me change.” Under my breath, I whispered, “So dumb,” as my cheeks flamed.
Heavy footsteps rushed over, and when he gripped my wrist, whirling me around, I couldn’t even face him.
I was an idiot.
“Look at me.”
I shook my head. His fingers came to my chin and forced my face up to him, but I closed my eyes as the humiliation continued to course through me.
“Angel,” he said as softy as a man like Twitch could. “Look at me.”
Another shake of the head. “I feel stupid.”
“You look beautiful.” At that, I opened my eyes to find his lips thin, and when his brow creased, he ran his thumb over my wrist, and revealed, “Problem is, I won’t be the only guy who notices.”
My eyes narrowed on him.
What was he talking about?
“You’re taking this rather well,” I said cautiously.
“I’m...” He cleared his throat roughly, as if he were trying to eject the irritation he felt. “I’m working on my anger issues.”
Oh. My heart began to swell. Sweetheart.
My face softened along with my voice. “I can change.”
Those perpetually hooded eyes ran down the length of me and he let out a long exhale. “You bought that dress for me, so you’re gonna wear that dress, and I’m gonna shut the fuck up about it because you look hot and I’m hungry.” He tugged on my wrist, pulling me back to the car. “Come meet my baby.”
My lips pursed.
Oh my God.
Are you jealous of a car?
Maybe.
The sleek black sports car was so shiny, so new, that my brows arched. “She looks expensive.”
“She was,” was all I got back.
I stepped toward it, running light fingers across the exterior, and when I got to the back of the car, I read out loud, “Maserati.” I didn’t know a lot about cars, but I knew this brand was one of those brands guys lost their damn minds over. My face solemn, I smiled a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “How expensive?”