Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Dutch points at the guy on the screen and huffs. “He’s been standing at your car for the past fifteen minutes. Do you want me to go out there?”
I move closer to the screen and recognize the guy immediately, only this time he’s not wearing his Clark Kent glasses. It’s crazy how roguish Brent looks without them. I like his nerdy side, but I also think there’s something more devilish hidden inside of him. Seeing him standing there confirms I was right when I thought I saw him earlier. Maybe the club is bringing out another side of him.
“No, you don’t need to go out there,” I reply, meeting Dutch’s intense blue gaze.
I point at Brent, who is leaning against my car and looking all kinds of sexy. His light brown hair isn’t perfectly coiffed like usual; it’s messy, as if he just ran a hand through it.
“That’s my friend, Brent. I promise he’s not going to abduct me,” I assure him.
Dutch nods once and lets out a long sigh. “That’s all I need to know. I just like to make sure you and all the other ladies here are safe.”
I pat his arm. “And we all love you for it. Don’t get into too much trouble tonight.”
He smiles but it’s only slightly. “Same goes for you.”
I leave him and walk to the doors that exits to the parking lot. As soon as I open it, my eyes instantly go to Brent. My stomach flutters with excitement, but there’s also that pang of jealousy lingering beneath it.
Brent steps away from my car and smiles as I approach. “I was hoping you got off at ten?”
“Did you come into the club?” I ask, closing the distance. When he nods, I bite back the frustration and smile. “And you didn’t come by the bar? What was more important than seeing me?”
His head cocks to the side and his gaze narrows. “I’m sensing a bit of anger. Are you mad?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he steps up to me. “I just walked around to see what all Society X had to offer. I thought you might get a kick out of me doing something scandalous.”
There’s something different about him, something I can’t put my finger on. He’s changed somehow.
“What’s gotten into you?” I ask him.
Brent chuckles and shakes his head. “Honestly, I don’t know. Ever since I got here, I find myself doing things I never imagined.”
“Is that good or bad?”
He laughs again. “Both. I don’t know if I know who I am anymore.”
I know how that feels. It took me leaving home and figuring out life on my own to realize who I am. If I had a guess, the same thing was happening to Brent. He was meant to be here.
I reach out and gently take his arm. His eyes convey nothing but sincerity and I find myself falling deeper into his gaze. It’s been so long since I’ve been around a man I feel utterly and completely myself around. Even though Brent would be the angel and I would be considered the devil, I don’t have to hide who I am. I’m going to miss him when he leaves, but for now I don’t want to think about that. I want to imagine he’s staying.
“You’ll find who you are, Brent,” I murmur, squeezing his arm. “Something tells me you’re not far from it.”
We stare at each other for a few minutes and his eyes drift to my lips. I know he wants to kiss me, and I know that I want to kiss him. His head moves lower, and I tilt my chin up, waiting for the connection . . . only it doesn’t come. A horn blows off in the distance and it startles me, ruining the mood.
My heart races and I step back. “So . . . did you come here with the guys from work?”
Brent nods. “Yeah, and I don’t see them wanting to leave anytime soon.”
A part of me doesn’t want him to go back inside. “Do you want me to drop you off at your hotel?”
Please say yes.
His eyes search mine. “You wouldn’t mind?”
I can’t stop from smiling. “Not in the least. Get in.”
We leave the parking lot and I take my time driving to his hotel. I’m not ready to drop him off yet.
“So,” I begin, glancing over at him. “Why were you waiting by my car?”
He smirks and it makes my body tingle in all the right places. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“About what?” I ask, bringing my car to a stop once we reach the stop sign at the end of the road. There’s no one else around, so I stay put.
When we were teenagers, Brent was always nervous around girls. I saw it a little bit when he first arrived in town, but I’m not getting it anymore.