Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“It’s heaven on Earth, right?”
His eyes bounced around my face, then landed on my mouth as he said, “It is.”
My cheeks heated, and I prayed he couldn’t see the flush I was positive was there. Thank goodness no lights were on out here. I decided to ask another question. “Did you go to college in Montana?”
“I went straight from high school to the minor leagues.”
My brows rose. “Wow. Color me impressed.”
He smiled, and I returned the gesture.
“What else do you want to know about me?”
Tapping my finger on my lip, I drew in a breath, then pointed at him. “How many women in there have you paid to be here?”
His eyes widened in shock. “None. Did you think they were prostitutes?”
I shrugged. “I sure hear a lot of moaning, and I unfortunately walked in on two people getting it on in your second-floor bath. In the shower, actually. With it off, and they were fully clothed, so I’m not really sure why they were in there.”
His brows slammed down. “What? They were having sex in the shower?”
“Yeah, I thought it was strange too. But I say whatever floats your boat.”
“The shower?”
I nodded.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mumbled and turned to look out over the view.
Turning to look at him, I studied him for a moment, much more closely than I could see when he was on the pitcher’s mound. He had a nice profile. Everything was proportioned beautifully. He would be stunning to paint.
Okay, Rose. Stop gawking at the man.
“Why are you out here, really?”
“I don’t enjoy parties.”
Gaping at him, I said, “But this is your house, your party.”
“It’s my house, but not my party. I normally stay at a hotel when we play in Seattle and win.”
I blinked at him a few times. “Then why is the party here?”
“Because Nick lives here too.”
“Do you both co-own it or something?”
He shook his head. “No, just a roommate. He might as well move in with Loren, though, for as much time as he spends there.”
“If it’s not his house and you don’t like parties, why don’t you tell him that? Let them take the party to someone else’s house.”
He shrugged. “The guys enjoy it, so why not let them have a good time after a win.”
I turned and looked at the stadium. “I had you pegged all wrong.”
The moment the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them.
“Excuse me?” he asked, humor in his voice as he turned and faced me. “How did you have me pegged?”
I turned to peek up at him, and couldn’t help but smile at the boyish grin on his face. Oh well, in for a penny and all of that.
“Okay,” I said as I turned my body and leaned against the railing, facing the sliding glass door again. “I figured you were a manwhore, a rich, handsome manwhore, who was most likely in his massive bedroom with at least two or three women celebrating your win.”
He let out a choked laugh. “Wow. That’s stereotyping me, you know.”
I held up my hands in defense. “I know, and I’m sorry.”
“I’ll only accept your apology if you do something.”
My brows lifted. “If you think for one second I’m going to sleep with you, you’re crazy.”
He laughed and shook his head, this time holding his hands up. “I swear I will not ask you to sleep with me.”
“Okay, then what do you want me to do?”
“Do you play rummy?”
I stared at him. “I’m sorry, maybe you’re so pretty to look at, and my mind got confused, but did you ask me if I played rummy?”
Bryson nodded. “I did, and did you say I was pretty to look at?”
I winked and smiled at him. “I’m sorry, but isn’t that an old person’s game?”
Tossing his head back, he let out a hearty laugh before he pierced me with his eyes. What color were they? Maybe a light blue? For sure not brown…they were too light.
“There you go stereotyping once again. It’s not an old person’s game, and I like it. I’m bored out of my mind, and so are you, Chandler Bing. Are you afraid to learn something new?”
Smiling at his acknowledgment of my Friends comment earlier, I bit down on my lower lip. “Okay, I’ll play rummy with you.”
“I have some cards in here,” he said, motioning to the game room.
“Ahh, just so you know, someone was getting it on in that one room to the left.”
Cursing under his breath, he placed his hand on my lower back and guided me back into the penthouse.
Ignore the way that makes your female parts tingle, Rose.
What was it about a guy and his hand on your lower back to guide you somewhere that was such a turn-on? I’d seen my father do it to my mother a thousand times, and every so often, she would look up at him with a dreamy, lost look in her eyes.