Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Where?” he asked.
She sighed. “I liked your mouth on my pussy, and you know it.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he said. “Now, you know how to cook?”
“I do. My mom showed me at a young age. She always believed that a woman should know how to take care of herself. It was like her crash course in living alone in the big bad city.” She moved him aside, and dumped the pan he was holding into the sink. “You do at least know how to scrub dishes clean, right?”
“I can certainly give it a go.”
She took his hands, placing a kiss to them. “They’re so smooth. They don’t look like they’ve done a hard day’s work in your life.”
He pulled her to him, tilting her back, and slamming his lips onto hers. She didn’t fight him, and melted against his warmth. Her pussy burned from all the sex it had taken last night, and he’d already told her he wouldn’t be taking her again today even if she wanted him to. She didn’t mind waiting at all.
“I will prove to you I know how hard to work.”
While he got stuck into the dishes, she served them up a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and some tomatoes. This was something her mother had often cooked for her. It was cheap, and easy, and with some bread, filling. This, along with noodles and rice dishes, had made up most of her childhood diet.
By the time she finished dinner, the dishes were done, but Tobias had to change his shirt, as it was a mess. He came back shirtless, which was very distracting. The man didn’t have any extra fat, only lean muscle.
They sat at his table, and she found that when he wasn’t being all so bossy, she enjoyed being with him. He was witty, smart, charming, and funny.
Their date last night had been horrible. It would never win awards or anything, but afterward, that had been perfection. She couldn’t have thought of a better way to lose her virginity. What did suck though, was she knew she was falling for him, even though it had only been a week.
She liked that he trusted her enough to talk about his brother. Listening to him, she actually believed that Tobias hadn’t been given the time to grieve. He’d been forced to be stoic from a young age. It wasn’t healthy.
“Well, I am lucky that you can cook.”
She finished off her eggs as Tobias mopped up the last of his juice on his plate.
“Mom loves to cook. She really believes the kitchen is the heart of the home.” She smiled.
“Your mother will want for nothing.”
“She wouldn’t want that. She likes earning a living.”
“I can make all of her troubles go away,” he said.
That’s what Tobias Bennett was used to. Throwing money at a problem instead of dealing with it. “You don’t need to keep spending money. My mom’s not greedy.”
“Did she ever ask your father for money?”
“No. Once he kicked her to the curb, she never went begging for help. My mom’s a very proud woman, and whatever she couldn’t afford, she did without. Your parents are going to hate me, aren’t they?” Since he told her about his brother, she knew that his parents would despise her. She wasn’t what they’d want for their son.
“It doesn’t matter what they think.”
“It doesn’t? What about when they meet me? Do you really think it’s going to be easy for them to accept their son being with the daughter of a cleaner?”
“I don’t care. You’re giving me an heir, Adora. They didn’t tell me how to make one, and they’re not going to control me regardless.”
She nodded, and pushed some of her hair out of her eyes. “I don’t even know them, and I’m scared to meet them.”
“Don’t be. When you meet my parents, I’ll be there.”
Taking a sip of her coffee, she tried not to let her nerves show. He’d also confirmed that soon she’d meet his parents. Tobias only seemed to work on one speed, and that was super-fast. She struggled to keep up.
“Has your mother seen your father recently?” he asked.
They were still asking questions of each other. Questions were good.
“No. Not that I know of.” She really believed if her mother saw Hamilton again it would break her heart.
She wanted to delve deeper, to know the man under the skin. He may not admit it, but there was much more to Tobias Bennett.
“Do you love your work?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I love everything about architecture. The different moods of each person who designed a building. How they all seem to have that one element that’s like an artist’s signature. It’s a passion that I think I got as a child going from different apartment buildings, fancy homes, and of course the apartments that were made cheaply. Your work, does it fill you with excitement, with passion?”