Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I took an old pair of jeans and made shorts out of them. I’m not supposed to flirt with Rowan, but can I tempt him? Am I tempting material? A lot of girls wear booty shorts, and I know I have a curvy backside. I never gave it much thought until this morning when I was getting dressed to meet up with Rowan. I wanted to look sexy for him. For him to be attracted to me. Hopefully, these shorts are a step in the right direction.
“The heck?” When I fold the jeans over, they match in length on both sides. “Oh my God! One of my legs must be longer than the other.” How have I never noticed this before? I stand in front of the mirror in my panties and shirt. Without the shorts, my legs match.
A knock sounds from my door.
“Come in,” I call.
“I was going to–” I spin around to see Rowan standing in the doorway.
“Fuck, sorry.” He turns around. “You said come in.” Even the sound of his gruff voice is sexy.
“You can. In fact, I need your help.” Maybe he can solve the mystery of what’s going on with my legs.
“Maybe put some pants on first?”
My eyes linger on his backside. Rowan has a nice ass too. I bet it’s firm. My fingers itch to touch it to check if I’m right, but I know that’s not appropriate.
“You dressed?” he asks, and I realize I got lost in thoughts of his ass. I guess it’s not only boys who can have a thing for them.
“I’m dressed.”
He turns back around. “Charlie.” He grits out, his gaze sliding down my body.
“What? I am dressed. Besides, I need your help.”
“You’re not dressed.”
“It’s underwear. Same as a bathing suit.”
He sucks in a deep breath. Am I annoying him already? We haven’t even started yet.
“What do you need my help with?”
“My legs.” I glance down at them.
“They look fucking good to me.”
“But are they uneven?”
“Uneven?” His eyebrows crash down together as if I’ve asked him something absurd.
“This is serious. One is longer than the other!” His eyes linger on my legs, moving up and down, taking in every inch of them. But do each of them have the same amount of inches? That’s the question I need answered.
“I should get a better look.” He steps over the threshold into my bedroom. His booted foot kicks the door closed behind him.
“Here, I’ll show you.” I turn and bend to pick up the shorts. He mutters something, but I can’t make it out. “What?”
“Nothing.” Whoa. He’s much closer than I thought he was. “Let me check without the shorts on first.”
“Okay.” My eyes widen when he drops to his knees in front of me. “Oh.” I gasp when his fingers make contact with the outside of my thigh. His touch is rough against my skin. It sends goosebumps throughout my whole body.
I stand unmoving as his fingers trail down one leg and then the other before coming back to the top to stop at my hips over my panties.
“Damn you smell good,” I hear him say under his breath.
“Really? Cause I was thinking you smelled good too yesterday.” I wanted to tell him then, but thought it might be weird, so I kept it to myself.
“And what do I smell like?”
“A man.” I lick my lips. “What do I smell like?”
“Innocence.” He drops his hand from my hip and gets to his feet. I miss his touch immediately. “Your legs are perfect,” he grumbles now, sounding mad. “I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour.”
“I thought you said–”
“An hour. Need to handle something.” With that, he bolts for the door before I can ask him anything else.
“What was that?”
Dudley doesn’t respond to my question. He never does.
My experience with men is pretty much nonexistent so I’m not even going to try to make sense of what had Rowan running out of here so quickly. Frustrated that I’m already annoying Rowan, I pull my shorts back on and leave it be.
“Now I have to wait a whole other hour.” It’s almost nine. For most of the night, I tossed and turned, excited about getting to spend the day with Rowan. I watched a handful of videos on how to refinish painted tiles on the outside of a home. I wanted to have some knowledge so I could impress him.
I’d gotten the whole idea of wearing something sexy because of Constance. I bend over in front of the mirror. The top of my shirt dips open to give a peek of my boobs.
“I should change.” Constance is way better at flirting than I am. Rowan even lets her do it. Oh God. What if they have a thing? A pit forms in my stomach. That would make sense. She’s more his age and knows what she’s doing.