Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ethan said softly.
He was staring at her strangely. She didn’t understand that look. But for some reason, she liked it.
You really need to get away from him. Before you do something crazy.
Cate slid off the counter.
“Careful,” Ethan chided, reaching for her, but she stepped aside to avoid his touch.
Not because she didn’t like it, but because she’d liked it a bit too much. Even though she hadn’t really been able to feel his touch through her thick dressing gown.
Don’t be silly, Cate.
You don’t need to know what his touch felt like.
What she did need to do was tell him politely but firmly that she did not want to spend any time with him. The idea of it was preposterous.
Right after she asked him the question burning on her tongue.
“How does she know that your dick is tiny?” she demanded.
His mouth dropped open.
Hmm. She hadn’t expected to surprise him so easily.
“She doesn’t know that. She just said that to insult me.”
“Ahh.” She tried not to analyze the relief she felt coursing through her. What did she care whether Samantha knew anything about his dick?
Cate wasn’t the slightest bit interested in his genitals.
Liar.
She raised her eyebrows. “Insult you? I’ve never understood why men are so threatened by the size of their penis. It’s not like you can help having a small penis. It’s just a part of you, like having tiny nipples or a hairy back.”
“I do not have a small penis,” he grumbled at her with a glower. He crossed his arms over his chest.
Oh dear.
There was no mistaking that he was now annoyed with her.
It seemed he was sensitive about this topic.
“No?” she asked.
“No,” he said in a very firm voice.
“How would you know? Have you measured it?”
His lips twitched. Goodness, he had some extreme mood swings.
“Baby, every teenage boy measures their dick.”
Baby?
Why was he referring to her as an infant?
It’s a term of endearment.
He . . . he found her endearing?
Huh, she’d never thought of herself as endearing. Or that ‘baby’ might be something she enjoyed being called.
Until right then.
Because her body had grown warm and soft. A throb of arousal engulfed her pussy.
Get yourself under control, Cate.
She generally had excellent control. But this man seemed to be very good at eroding it.
She decided not to address the ‘baby’ thing in case he called lots of women ‘baby.’ Maybe he’d done it without thought. In either case, she thought she would rather not know. So she wouldn’t mention it.
“Well, I’m pleased for you, I guess,” she told him. “Since it seems so important to you. What about your nipples?”
“They’re normal-sized and before you ask . . . I don’t have hair on my back.”
That he knew of.
But could he really see all of his back to check? Perhaps she should offer . . . nope.
Don’t be an idiot, Cate. A man like this doesn’t go long without someone in his bed. They’d likely tell him if his back was hairy.
“I have to get to work,” she said abruptly.
This was stupid. She shouldn’t be standing here talking to him about his tiny dick, small nipples, and hairy back. She had work to do.
Although not as much as she would like since she’d spent most of her free time working this week in an effort to avoid Seth and Ethan.
Well, once she finished work, she could always hide in her closet and read.
“Not so fast.” Ethan stepped in front of her, and stiffening, she gave him a wary look. What was he doing?
“We still need to spend some more time together. I was serious about that.”
“Uh, no, we don’t. Really. If there is an issue, I assure you that I will do as you say. I don’t have time to spend with you. I have work to do.”
“You need to relax and have fun as well. You can’t work all the time.”
She could try.
Also, he was very bossy.
“What do you like to do for fun?” he asked.
Curl up in her closet with Lady, a sexy book, and her blankie. Maybe her pacifier if she needed some extra comfort.
But she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“I read.”
There. Surely that would shut him up. She had a hobby. And it wasn’t something that he could insist on doing with her.
“I like to read. We can read together. Later this afternoon, after your brother leaves, we’ll sit by the pool and read.”
Sit by the pool and read?
No. She didn’t think so.
“I don’t read by the pool.”
Didn’t he realize the damage that sunbathing could do? Or the risks of melanoma from being exposed to the sun?
“It will help you relax and get some fresh air. You rarely go outside. You need some Vitamin D or you’re going to get ill.”
“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. But I don’t need any Vitamin D or to spend time with you.”