Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I pull Anya into a hug. “You want this more than anything, right?”
Anya leans back to look into my eyes. “Want what? The job? Or Griffin?”
Feb steps closer. “Oh dear, this is more serious than we thought.”
Anya shakes her head. “I want the job. Yes, the job. More than anything. And I won’t let my feelings for Griffin get in the way. Besides, he doesn’t feel the same.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“He told me.”
After a few more minutes, we leave the bathroom, and when we walk back out, Griffin is gone.
“What was that about?” Paxton asks, stepping over and wrapping his arms around me.
“Girl stuff.”
He raises a brow. “Girl stuff, huh?”
I nod, not willing to give up Anya’s secret. It’s not my secret to tell. “Yes. I bought something online.”
He smiles. “You’ve got my attention.”
“Maybe you want to come home with me and we can use it together.”
“What is it?” he asks.
I smile. “It’s a remote-control dildo that I’ll let you use on me.”
Paxton tugs me tighter. “You’re turning me on, Hartford.”
I giggle against him. “I love turning you on.”
“Well, you do. All the time. If I’m not with you, I’m thinking about you. If we’re not having sex, I’m thinking about sex with you. You’re literally on my mind twenty-four seven.”
I kiss his cheek. “And you’re on mine even more than that.”
“Let’s go back to your place. I’ll tell everyone goodbye.” He turns from me and shouts out, “Bye, everyone.”
I shake my head, placing my hand on his chest. “You can’t do it like that. We need to say goodbye to everyone properly.”
Paxton looks like he wants to throw me over his shoulder and haul me out of the coffee shop. “Fine,” he says. “Bye, everyone. We had a lovely time, but now we need to go. Hartford got a package in the mail.” He smirks. “And now I’ve got to give her a package of my own.”
Everyone laughs, and I slap his shoulder playfully. “Paxton,” I say with heated cheeks.
Brock and Tripp start in with their own dirty jokes as Paxton leads me out of the coffee shop at record speed.
I love this man.
And I know he loves me too.