Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
The security detail I’d put on her alerted me when she walked out of her place all dolled up. I broke and texted her, needing to know where she was going. I know it’s nuts that I put security on her. She’s slipped through my fingers before, and I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.
Last night I made myself leave. I felt like I was going to pounce on her at any moment. When she gave me a half smile and invited me upstairs, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I’m not sure if she even knows what it means when you invite a man up to your place at the end of the night.
The plan was to make her fall in love with me not to scare her away by making her think that I’m only interested in one thing. We’re playing the long game here, and I’m going to win it. Her fingers dig into my chest as she starts to kiss me back.
“What the fuck?”
I growl, pulling away from her mouth. I grab my wallet and toss a couple hundreds on the table. Willow stands there in a daze. She reaches up, touching her lips.
“Stay away from my girl. I won’t be so nice the next time.” I take her hand, leading her out of the restaurant. I know everyone is looking at us. The news of this will spread like wildfire through this small town. Good. I want everyone to know that Willow is off the market. That way I don’t have to worry about any of these assholes sniffing around her anymore. I think I’ve made it pretty clear that she’s taken.
I open the passenger door for her. She gets in without question. We’re driving for a good ten minutes before she finally speaks.
“What just happened back there?” She turns her head, looking over at me. Her eyebrows pull together in confusion. How does she always look so damn sexy? She’s not trying to be, which makes her even sexier.
“I was jealous.” I go with the truth.
“Why?” She fidgets with the end of her pink dress that sits high on her thighs.
“I don’t like the idea of you with another man.”
“But last night. I thought that…” She trails off.
“I wanted to go upstairs with you. Hell, I had to fight myself all damn day not to call you.” She tucks her hair behind her ear.
“I don’t understand.”
“I didn't want you to think that I’m only after sex.” She ducks her head. I’m sure to hide a blush. “That’s not what I want. Well, it’s not all I want.”
“What do you want?” Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear her.
“I want it all.” She doesn't say anything for a long moment. Fuck. Did I mess this up already? I’m shit at this dating thing. “Am I scaring you?”
“No,” she says instantly. “I want you too, I'm just kind of shy. I had to give myself a pep talk in order to get up the courage to ask you to come back upstairs with me last night.”
“No more dates unless they’re with me.” Out of the corner of my eyes I see her bite her bottom lip. “Willow.”
“I have one more booked. It’s not my fault. Glory set me up on a dating app. I wanted to get out there and start dating, and she was going to do a story on it.”
“Cancel it.”
“Isn’t that rude?”
“What would be rude is me showing up again like tonight.” She puts her hand over her mouth. A giggle comes from her.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“Believe it.” I’d do it again. I’ve been looking for her for years. There is no way in hell now that I’ve found her that I would let some douche canoe take her from me.
“Where are we going?” she asks, not saying whether she’s going to cancel the date or not. I’ll handle that when we get to my cabin.
“My place. Is that okay?” She nods her head. “I made you miss dinner, so I’ll cook you one.” I want to see her in my space. Touching my things.
“You can cook?”
“I’m terrible at it, but I can make a pizza or something. Charles is out of town. He tends to the house for me. He does the majority of the cleaning and pre-makes most of my meals for me.” I pull up to the front of the cabin. The porch lights are on, lighting up the house. The porch wraps all the way around the house on the first floor.
“Wow,” Willow says, taking my place in. She’s out of the car as soon as I put it into park. “This place looks as if it were plucked out of one of those Town & Country magazines.”