Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She remained silent until we walked into my room. Jen flopped onto the bed, hugged her pillow and closed her eyes. “Three weeks and the two of you are going to be bumping uglies.”
I laughed. “Not a chance.”
She peeked her eyes open. “Tell me, what was the first thing you thought of when he walked into that living room half naked, hair messy, his impressive cock on display in those thin pants? I’m married and even I had a dirty thought…or three.”
I opened my mouth to answer, then shut it quickly.
Jen smiled. “It’s okay to think about it but keep your head in the game. If he realizes his body makes you go all goofy, he’ll use your weakness to his advantage.”
She closed her eyes like she was about to go to sleep, then shot up quickly, scaring the crap out of me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Jen turned to me, looked me up and down, then smiled.
“I don’t like that smile.”
“It’s time to kick it up a notch, Paige. And I know exactly how to do it.”
Lucas
COFFEE. GOOD GRIEF, nothing ever smelled better.
Rolling over, I stretched and let the memories of yesterday crash over me, remembering where I was.
“Paige,” I grumbled as I sat up. I needed to come up with a plan to get her to move out of the house. I was going with the ghost theory. If Jen hadn’t spent the night, I would have put my plan into action right away. As I stumbled to the bathroom, I thought about Jen. Why the hell was she even here last night?
While brushing my teeth, I had a thought. Had Paige needed someone around so she didn’t have to be alone with me?
I had to admit, the idea made me smile, and made my dick jump in my pants. Paige was afraid to be alone with me. I needed to capitalize on this, literally. I’d seen the way Paige was wearing frumpy pajamas, covering herself from head to toe last night. She acted like me being here meant nothing to her, but she was more uncomfortable than she wanted to admit. And the way she looked at my junk. Average, my ass. I knew exactly what I needed to do to get under her skin.
I laughed. “Oh hell, this is going to be easy.”
After getting changed into jeans and a pull-over shirt, I headed into the kitchen and came to an abrupt stop. I’d just come up with new rules for this game, and in a flash, Paige had changed them all.
She was leaning over as she looked into the oven, dressed in nothing but short silk pajama shorts and a matching top. Her perfectly round ass was playing peek-a-boo with me, and I fought to keep my other brain from jumping into overdrive. Then she turned around and the whole fucking room felt like it tilted.
My eyes swept over her body. The spaghetti strap top was so thin I could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. When I managed to pull my eyes off her tits, I had to grab the chair to keep my knees from giving out.
When my gaze moved further up, I was positive I would pass out from all the blood leaving my brain and making the journey to my already hardening cock. Paige stood before me, her hair in pigtails. It was the cutest and hottest damn thing I’d ever seen. She didn’t have an ounce of makeup on, unlike Bianca who would get up every morning to load up on makeup. Not Paige. This, this right here was the girl I remembered. The girl who used to drive me insane with her innocent beauty. Nothing had changed. She was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on.
She grinned. “Lucas, I thought you were gone.”
I willed my mouth to speak, but it suddenly felt dry.
“What…?”
Her head tilted. “Cat got your tongue?”
I swallowed a few times, licked my dry lips and managed to speak. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
She glanced down at herself, then back up at me. “Pajamas.”
I shook my head. “Those are not pajamas, Paige. This is not…this…” I moved my hand up and down as I motioned at her body. “This is not okay.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
I laughed. “Why not? You’re practically naked. I mean, I saw your ass. I can see your…”
With a smirk, she asked, “My what?”
Glaring, I shouted, “Your nipples! Paige, I see your nipples. This whole innocent, sexy girl thing is a hard no.”
Paige set a tray full of blueberry muffins on a cooling rack.
Then she took off the oven mitts, which strangely enough, made her look even sexier, and dropped them into a drawer.
She reached into another drawer, took out a knife, and proceeded to use it to take out a muffin and set it on a small plate.