Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
He sighed against me, his disappointment audible. “Why don’t I believe you, sweetheart?” He pulled his head back and looked me in the eye, that same desire in his eyes that was there the other night. Then he cupped my cheek with his large palm and pressed a kiss to my lips. It was soft, not aggressive like the last one we shared. He moved his lips gently with mine, coaxing me into kissing him back. With a breath of air into my lungs, he brought my body to life once more.
Then he pulled away, ending the short kiss much sooner than the last. He dropped his hand from around my waist and grabbed the flowers off the counter. After a final heated look, he walked out of the flower shop and headed down the street.
My eyes followed him until he was no longer visible from the windows.
My fingertips immediately moved to my mouth, feeling the ache in my lips from the way he’d just kissed me. I could have been more persistent when I’d asked him to leave. But instead, I turned into all the other women who were obsessed with him. I kissed him back when he kissed me—and I enjoyed every second of it.
I had a feeling I would see him again.
Samuel worked for an insurance company. He started right at eighteen and slowly moved his way up in the company until he became the operations manager of his branch. He dealt with car insurance, along with home and life insurance. He told me a lot of details about his job that I didn’t ask for, and that made the conversation last forever.
He was decently handsome and had a boyish smile that made him inherently charming. He didn’t seem to ask me much about my life and only talked at length when he discussed himself. His eyes wandered over my body throughout dinner, making it obvious that he was staring at my tits.
Bosco did the same thing, but it wasn’t creepy when he did it.
Samuel just couldn’t pull it off.
Overall, it was one of the most boring dates I’d ever had. He’d seemed a lot more charming at the flower shop when he was picking out an arrangement for his mom. But now that we were actually having a conversation, I was trying not to fall asleep.
And dream about the panty-soaker.
I squeezed my thighs together when I thought about that last kiss we’d had in the flower shop. It was short but sweet. If a simple kiss like that could make me wet, what would happen if we were both naked in my bed? The sweat would coat his thick muscles, and my hands would slide down all the intricate grooves of his body. His fat cock would fit inside me easily because I would be so damn wet.
“Carmen?” Samuel stared at me with concern on his face, like he’d just said something important.
“Sorry?” Thoughts of Bosco had made me drift away somewhere else. We sat in a quiet restaurant where some of the tables were occupied by other couples. We were right next to the window, the basket of bread untouched but our wineglasses empty. I knew this date wasn’t going to go anywhere, so I was tempted to just walk out and forget it ever happened. Why was waste his time and mine?
“I asked if you were enjoying your food,” he said, his voice quiet with disappointment. My disinterest was probably obvious to him.
“Oh,” I said quickly. “Yes, it’s great.” I kept swirling my fork in the pasta without actually taking a bite.
“Well…it looks like you haven’t eaten much of it.”
“I’m just a slow eater.” And it was hard to eat when I was thinking about screwing another guy.
His phone rang in his pocket, so he fished it out. “Sorry, I have to take this. You never know if it’ll be a claim…”
“You’re fine.” I would rather sit quietly than keep talking to him anyway.
He put the phone against his ear. “This is Samuel.” He turned quiet as he listened. His serious expression suddenly turned chalk-white, like he was listening to some terribly bad news. He didn’t say a single word and continued to listen.
I couldn’t hear the voice on the other line, so I had no idea what was going on.
Two men in black suits walked past our table and approached the other couples in the restaurant. One by one, the couples abandoned their tables along with the food and wine they were enjoying. They were escorted away in silence, the suits both muscular and intimidating.
There was definitely something wrong.
I looked out the window and saw a blacked-out car sitting at the curb. The windows were tinted pitch-black, and two more men in suits stood along the sidewalk, earpieces secured in their ears.
Oh shit.
Samuel finally said something into the phone. “Okay…” He hung up and put his phone in his pocket.