Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Two hours slipped by like that, and the line seemed like it was never ending. We were nearly finished for the night when a pretty young girl, maybe a freshman, stood in front of the table.
“Hey there,” Nash said. “Want me to sign?”
She nodded shyly. “Can your wife sign, too?”
I was taken aback. All night I had been ignored by every single person in there, and now suddenly someone wanted me to sign a book. Frankly, I was flattered.
“Well?” Nash asked, looking at me with a grin.
“Sure,” I said. “Of course.”
Nash signed and then passed the book to me. “Who do I make it out to?”
“Jessie,” she said.
Jessie, stay cool, I wrote.
Stay cool? What the hell was I thinking?
Before I could fix it, Jessie snatched her book back and scampered off.
Nash looked at me, smirking hugely. “Stay cool?”
“I panicked!” I said.
He laughed, shaking his head. “You sign one book and you write something so absolutely lame.”
“It was a mistake,” I said, blushing.
Livy stood up from where she was sitting and looked at the line. “Okay, we’re really sorry, but we’re done for the night. We’ll be back tomorrow for a longer session. Please come back then.”
The line was clearly annoyed, and there were lots of moans and groans and grumbles, but the security people did a good job of keeping the mob in check. We stood up and followed Livy out the back way where a limousine was waiting for us. We didn’t normally take a limo, and so I was immediately suspicious.
“Okay,” Liv said, “this is taking you to the dinner. You have a change of clothes inside.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“This is a serious dinner,” she said. “You two can change in the car. I’ll take a cab behind you.”
“That’s okay, right, wife?” Nash asked me, grinning hugely.
Bastard. He was enjoying this.
“Of course,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Great. See you two there.” Livy walked off.
“After you,” Nash said. I climbed into the car, feeling incredibly annoyed.
Nash followed me. Inside, he had a tuxedo hanging up and there was a dress there for me.
“Great,” I said. “I get to get changed in the back of a limo in front of you.”
“Sounds great to me.” His grin was maddening.
“Who even picked this out?”
“Liv, I’m sure.”
“Is this dress mine?”
“Probably not. I’m sure she expensed it.”
I shook my head, mystified. “You go first.”
The limo pulled out into traffic. “Gladly.”
He stripped off his shirt, throwing it at me. I laughed as he pulled off his pants and did the same.
“You have no shame,” I said.
“When you look like I do, there’s no reason for it.”
“So cocky too.”
He grinned at me. “I see the way you look at me. I know what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah? What am I thinking?”
“You’re remembering what I can do to you. In the plane, in the hotel room. You know I can make your body feel incredible anywhere, anytime.”
I bit my lip and looked away. He was right. I had been staring at him, and I was thinking about the way he felt when he touched me.
“Just get dressed,” I said.
“Are you sure?” He moved closer to me. “That driver won’t look back here. We can do whatever we want.”
“I want to get dressed.”
“Why so tense?”
I shook my head. “Just get dressed.”
“Okay, wife. Whatever you say.”
I listened as he pulled his shirt and pants on, buttoning them up and working on his tie. He took a few minutes, but when he was done, I looked back at him.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“Handsome,” I said honestly. He cleaned up very, very well.
“Thought so.” He grinned at me. “Your turn.”
I looked at him for a second. “Cover your eyes.”
“Why? Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Look, we just sat in a room while horny college girls threw themselves at you for two hours. I’m not in the mood for this.”
He burst out laughing, and I really regretted saying that.
“Are you jealous?”
“Not jealous,” I said. “More like disrespected. We’re supposed to be married, right?”
He nodded. “You can’t take it personally.”
“I know that,” I said, frowning.
“Those girls can’t help themselves. They’re like you, completely smitten with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Just look away, please.”
He did as instructed and even put his hand over his face. “Good?”
“Stay that way.”
I pulled the dress off the hanger and studied it. Navy blue, low cut, and probably pretty short, but it was my size. I pulled off my shirt and wiggled out of my pants, tossing them aside.
“Stay covered,” I said.
“I’m just thinking about you over here,” he said. “About your pink, perky nipples. Your perfect tits. The way your ass works as my cock pushes deep inside you.”
I unhooked my bra, tossing it aside. I felt goose bumps down my flesh as my bare skin was exposed to the cool air. Or maybe it was because of the way Nash was talking to me, the dirty things he was saying. I knew I was soaking wet, but there was nothing I could do about that.