Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He growled deep in his throat with his eyes on the road, and I tucked my legs up to my chest, knowing the sass may have earned me another sneak attack.
“You think that’s going to stop me?”
I shrugged, wiggling my eyebrows. “I’m teasing, I’m not that much younger than you.”
“I know how old you are.”
“You do?”
“Mmm hmm…”
“How do you know that?”
“I make it a point to learn as much as I can about you, Cami.”
“Why is that?”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Ah, we’re back to a question with a question. How I love these. It wouldn’t kill you to just answer me every once in a while, you know?”
“Then how will I remain a paradox of contradictions?”
My mouth dropped open. “You were eavesdropping on my phone call with Skyler?”
“I like you talking about me. A lot.”
“So… does that mean you like me?”
“You already know the answer to that question.”
“Tell me anyways. My memory is horrible.”
A sudden sense of loss came over his kind stare, but he recovered quickly. Throwing the stick shift into neutral, he nodded toward the spa behind me.
I hated our time was over, and it must have shown on my face because he grabbed my chin, rubbing my bottom lip with his calloused thumb.
“Do you want to hear me say the words? Which ones would you like to hear? How about I can’t wait until your spa day is over, so I can finally have you all to myself.” He leaned in, licking his lips. “It’s you and me tonight, Cami. Just you and me,” he promised with nothing but sincerity and dominance laced in his tone.
I thought he was going to kiss me again, and I waited on pins and needles to feel his lips against mine.
He didn’t.
Aiden let go and backed away, deviously grinning. “Something you want from me, my Tiny Dancer?”
Asshole.
“Nope,” I stated, mirroring his expression. “Make sure to pick me up on time, Old Man.”
He groaned instantly reaching for me, but I was faster.
I got out of the car, slamming the door in his face.
“You’ll pay for that later, Cami.”
I leaned into the window, looking deep into his eyes. “I can’t wait.”
For the next eight hours, I was treated like a queen at the most luxurious five-star, high-end spa downtown. Aiden didn’t hold back, I had the works. He must have spent a small fortune for my massage, my facial, my nails, and my hair… and I wasn’t just talking about the hair on my head.
“I’m going to need you to get into the frog position,” the woman who waxed my legs instructed.
“The what?”
“The frog position, Ma’am.”
“Wait, why?”
“So I can wax your perineum first.”
“My what? I don’t need that, my perineum is just fine. Thank you.”
“Ma’am, Dr. Pierce paid for a full Brazilian.”
“Well I’m Venezuelan, and I don’t find the need to be Brazilian.”
“No, Ma’am. It means full wax.” She nodded to my lady bits. “Down there.”
“Ah. la mierda.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Let’s just say Dr. Pierce owed me, and I expected payment in full.
I now understood the saying, ‘Beauty is pain’.
He made it up to me though. By the end of the day, I felt and looked like a million bucks.
“Thank you so much,” I said to the coordinator. “Today was amazing.”
“It was our pleasure. Let’s get you scheduled for next month.”
“Oh, no thanks. This was just a birthday gift. I can’t affo—”
“Ma’am, Dr. Pierce made you a VIP member.”
“He did what?”
“A VIP member. You’re paid up through the year for everything you received today once a month.”
“Is he insane?”
“I don’t think so.” She nervously chuckled. “You don’t have to come in every month, but we insist that our VIP members take advantage of what they’re paying for, and since yours is already paid…” She smiled. “We can work around your schedule if that’s the issue.”
How am I ever going to compete with this? This man is way out of my league.
“Umm… is there any way he can be reimbursed? I don’t know what to say—”
“A simple thank you would suffice.”
I spun around, coming face-to-face with the good doctor.
My jaw almost fell to the floor. He was dressed in all black. His slacks, collared shirt, vest, and shoes were all in unison black too.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out, in awe of the devastatingly handsome man walking toward me.
However, it was the glasses on his face which caught my stare the most.
“Like what you see, Cami?”
“I think I’m drooling.”
He wiped my bottom lip. “Just a little.”
“I really have to stop speaking my thoughts out loud to you.”
Leaning forward, he whispered, “Please don’t,” in my ear.
I cleared my throat, holding the front of my robe tighter together. Instantly feeling exposed.
“You mean I don’t get to see what I paid for?”
My eyes widened. “Was he talking about my Brazilian?”
“Yes, he is.”
Goddamn it.
He backed away from me, looking over at the coordinator. “Can you give us a few minutes alone?”