Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
How do I figure this out?
I checked my watch.
I must hurry.
I gazed at the rare Russian flowers in this space. There was the Siberian Iris, native to Russia. It had tall stems with large, brightly colored flowers.
Next was the Russian larkspur which was Kaz’s mother’s favorite flower. It had spikes of blue, purple, and white blooms.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Shit.
The gardener now faced me as he watered. A wicked smirk spread across his face.
Am I tripping, or is he gazing at me like he knows how I look naked?
I swallowed and strolled along the Monkshood flowers, also native to Russia. These were the ones that Paolo loved to point at due to their hooded purple petals.
I glanced back at the gardener.
He was tall with blond hair and tattoos on his toned arms.
Everyone is right. He’s not bad looking at all.
He had a square jawed face and his lips were sharpened by a blond goatee.
Okay. I see why everyone is whispering about him.
The gardener definitely had rippling abs and his eyes were these warm pools of brown.
Our gazes locked, and then he winked and licked his lips.
Oh. Hell no. You better stop that.
I widened my eyes.
With his free hand, he gestured toward the corner of the garden where several bushes of red roses were.
What?
A devilish grin spread on his face as he turned off the water, set the hose down, and headed over.
Fuck. Lunita. . .tell me you are not messing with him.
I didn’t want to go over there and confirm it. Everything in me said to just abort the mission. But if she were fucking him last night, then she would be doing it again and again. Soon, K.D. would discover it, and then Kaz would roar.
Damn it.
I dragged myself in that direction, feeling like a zombie in some surreal world.
Please no.
I got closer, gazed up at the ceilings, and spotted a camera on each wall, making it four.
But, there’s monitoring in here. How could they have done it?
The gardener continued toward the rose bushes and then got behind them.
Once I got near, I spotted that a corner and small space was back there. It must have been ten feet long and wide. It was small and completely out of the cameras’ view.
Well. . .that’s how the cameras didn’t catch them. If. . .I’m even right.
The gardener walked into that space and leaned against the wall.
Shit.
I increased my speed.
That devilish smirk deepened. A Russian accent laced his voice. “I did not expect you to come during the day, Lunita.”
Motherfucker.
I blinked and headed over to him. “You. . .didn’t?”
“No.” He licked his lips. “But, then you must feel the heat of our love rippling through your heart too. Just like I did when I woke up this morning.”
Oh fuck.
I held up my hands and stopped three feet in front of him. “Okay. So hold on. We really had sex?”
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
I tensed.
He walked over to me.
“Stay right there.” I placed one hand in front of me.
“Lunita, is something wrong?”
Oh God. Oh God.
My hands shook. I lowered it. “So. . .I. . .woke up this morning and my head was a bit. . .foggy on what happened last night.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I remind you.” He tried to close the distance between us.
“Oh God no! Stay there.” Freaking out, I glanced over my shoulder as if Kaz somehow knew and was close to storming into the garden. “Okay. Okay.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
“Lunita—”
“Please, don’t call me that.”
“But, you told me to start calling you that.”
“Don’t anymore.” I trembled. “We had sex last night?”
“I would not call that sex.” He gave me a lusty smile. “I would say that we made love.”
Goddamn it, Lunita. Are you trying to get us killed?
I stepped back. “In the garden?”
“Right here.” He gestured around with his hands. “This is the magical place. It is where the cameras would not catch us.”
“And. . .” I looked at the ground. “You had sex in my. . .behind?”
“I did and I really enjoyed it.”
No. No. This can’t be happening.
I held the sides of my head with both hands. “H-how many times. . .have we—?”
“Made love?”
“Yes.”
“Last night was the first time.” The gardener gave me an odd look. “Are you okay, Lunita?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” I began to pace in that small space. “Okay. So, then. . .anything else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Kissing or licking or oh god. . .sucking?” I stopped and stared at him. “I didn’t suck your dick. Right?”
“You most definitely have—”
“Oh, God.” I doubled over and vomited. Sludge spilled from my throat. The taste of rotten fruit coated my tongue.
“Lunita, let me get you some water!” The gardener rushed away.
I didn’t even know his damn name and apparently I had his dick in my mouth.
What am I going to do?
The world began spinning around me.
This is so fucked up.