Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Just as I walk toward the door and slip on my flip-flops, Dylan falls in line behind me. He’s still wearing his clothes from yesterday but doesn’t seem to care.
We take the elevator to the ground level, walk through the lobby, and head straight to the room where the continental breakfast is served. The smell of sausage and bacon fills the room, and my mouth instantly waters. Not wasting any time, Dylan and I stack food on our plates like we always do, yet with the selection in front of us, we keep adding as if we haven’t eaten in a week. Pancakes, sausage, bacon, fruit—hell, we got a little of everything.
Before we sit, I notice a pretty blonde at the buffet. As soon as I make eye contact with her, she looks the other way, pretending as if I don’t exist. Dylan and I end up sitting a few tables away from where she and her friends are.
“You should go talk to her. You’re eyeing her more than the eggs on your plate,” Dylan encourages with a smirk.
“Nah,” I say, pouring syrup over my pancakes and cutting into them.
“Dare you,” he whispers with a mouthful of food.
Now there’s one thing a person shouldn’t ever do, and that’s dare a Bishop.
I eye him, knowing there’s no going back on it now.
“Unless you’re chicken,” he teases before he begins clucking at me.
After I finish chewing my food, I try to listen to their conversation because if it sounds important, I’ll have to take a rain check. Dare or not, Mama always taught us boys not to interrupt important discussions. Once I realize her friend is chatting about a celebrity, and everyone at the table looks tuned out of the conversation, I take it as my cue to walk over.
Standing behind her, I catch the slight hint of her strawberry-scented shampoo. Her friend peers up at me and smiles, and I throw out some cheesy pickup line that always works when hitting on girls in trashy bars.
She looks over at Dylan then back at me, and that’s when I see a hint of blush hit her cheeks. I’m talking loud enough so he can hear our conversation, and I quickly look over my shoulder at him. All he does is shake his head and laugh.
Once I’m completely rejected by her, I pretend to be hurt and walk back over to Dylan who’s laughing so loud other people in the dining area are staring at us.
“Damn. She’s a savage. I like her,” he says with a shit-eating grin. Moments later, I see Miranda or Mazie—whatever her name is—bounce up to our table with a devilish look in her eye. I take full advantage knowing the blonde girl is watching even though she rejected me just moments ago.
Miranda or Mazie hands me a piece of paper, and once I see it’s her phone number, I look up and wink, knowing I have no intentions of actually calling her. But I’m a gentleman after all, so of course, I smile in return. We had a good time last night at the bar drinking and dancing, but that’s as far as things will go.
I watch her walk away, and when I look up, I see the blonde girl glaring in my direction. The opportunity to taunt her is too good to pass up when I see her muttering under her breath.
Just as I take a huge bite of my pancakes, the redhead that was sitting with the blonde girl who just rejected me walks over to our table with a beaming smile on her face.
“Hey, I’m Natalie, and this is my boyfriend, Adam,” she says, waving her hand to the guy standing next to her. “And that girl at my table you were talking to is my friend River.”
Smiling, I quickly swallow down the rest of my food. “Nice to meet y’all. This is Dylan, and I’m Alex.”
“River likes to play hard to get, but she’s totally single.” She flashes a wink. “Just in case you were wondering,” she adds, then continues, “and she’d probably murder me if she knew I told you that.”
Now I’m the one laughing. “Probably, but I can keep a secret.”
“Okay, good. Thanks.” She grins. “Well, I hope we’ll see you around the resort.”
“I’m sure you will. We’re here for two weeks,” I add, giving her a smile.
“Us too!” Natalie squeals. “Wait, are you single?” She furrows her brows at me. “Want to make sure there isn’t a wife, girlfriend, or fiancée waiting for you at home.”
Dylan snorts. “Ma’am, his middle name is single.”
I glance at Dylan, but Natalie doesn’t seem to notice.
“Well, that’s great news.” Her eyes light up, and I can tell she’s already trying to play matchmaker. It’s not the first time I’ve seen that look on a woman's face, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.