Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“I do believe fashion is your calling, Morgan,” Georgie said. “And if I have a Marilyn Monroe body, then so do you. This dress fits me like a glove.”
Morgan laughed. “I love clothes, and I cannot believe we’re exactly the same size in everything! My boobs could be a bit bigger, though.”
I pretended not to hear my sister talk about her breasts while I looked at Georgie.
“Georgie, you are stunning,” I said. “Beautiful. You’re gorgeous.”
She blushed and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. The sides of her hair were pulled up in some intricate way, while the rest of it flowed around her shoulders in large curls. She had on a bit more makeup than usual, and the way she had it done showed off her green eyes.
“Wow, you got a gorgeous from him,” Morgan said. “I only got a beautiful.”
“You’re beyond beautiful, Morgan,” I stated as Georgie gave me a soft smile.
I walked up to her and picked up a large curl, twirling it around my finger. “I like your hair down. You always wear it up.”
She dug her teeth into her bottom lip. “It’s easier to wear it up.”
I took in her creamy skin, wanting to reach down and kiss her exposed cleavage. Fuck if I wasn’t hard as a rock just from looking at her.
Morgan cleared her throat. “Um, as much as I love seeing my brother dumbfounded by a woman like this, we really need to get going or we’ll be late.”
Georgie let out a puff of air as she shook her head. “You’re too sweet, Morgan. I’m sure Blayze has been left speechless by other women before.”
Morgan spoke before I could. “Nope. Not that I’ve ever seen.”
When Georgie’s eyes lifted and met mine, I forgot how to breathe.
She bit her lip again. “We should probably go.”
I nodded. “Right. We don’t want to be late.”
After making our way outside, I made my way over to my truck and helped Morgan into the backseat and then Georgie in before heading over to the driver’s side.
“Where are we going for dinner?” Georgie asked.
“Where are we going for dinner?” Georgie asked.
“The country club,” Morgan said. “We hardly ever go there. Only for special occasions.”
“I didn’t know there was a country club in Hamilton,” Georgie stated.
I nodded. “My great-grandfather founded it with a bunch of other ranchers. They added a golf course some years later, but my dad and uncles never use it. Granddad does now that he’s fully retired.”
“So does Grams. She picked up golf a few months back and is already better than Granddad. Pisses him off,” Morgan said with a chuckle.
Georgie let out a soft laugh. “I bet. My father loves to golf now. I think he traded his love of bull riding for golfing a while ago.”
“Do you golf?” I asked.
Georgie huffed. “No way. If I have any spare time, and I’m at my folk’s place, you’ll find me riding my horse.”
“A woman after my own heart!” Morgan said.
Morgan and Georgie talked the rest of the way into town. When I pulled up to the valet at the country club, they’d already made plans to go riding the next morning. Morgan didn’t have classes the rest of the week, and therefore didn’t need to be back in Missoula for a bit.
As we walked in, Morgan leaned over and said something to Georgie that made her start to cough.
“I’m just giving you fair warning.”
I took Georgie’s elbow to slow her down. “What did Morgan say to you?”
Her cheeks turned bright red. “She said your mom was most likely going to think we had sex earlier because my face is glowing.”
I shot a look over at my sister, who was now walking ahead of us. She had almost reached the private room my father had reserved.
“Damn you, Morgan!” I whisper-shouted at her as she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers.
I looked down at Georgie. “Don’t pay any attention to her.”
She stopped walking and turned to face me. “I have to say this before I explode. You look hot in that suit, Blayze.”
I looked down at my black suit, then at Georgie again. “It’s not hot at all. I might get a little warm once we get into the room, but I think I’ll be okay.”
Her mouth fell open before snapping shut. Then she laughed. “I mean you look good. Like I want to drag you into a room and, and…”
I rose a brow. “And what?”
A shy look appeared on her face, but she surprised me by finishing her sentence. “And finish what we started earlier.”
“I could see if they have any rooms available.”
She let a bubble of nervous laughter slip free. “What? Sneak away from the party to have sex?”
I shook my head. “If I get you naked in a bed, I plan on being there all night.”