Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I’ve got to go. Rex will be waiting for me. I promised him margaritas at the bar,” I said breezily.
I turned and left. My heart was beating rapidly. Before the conversation with Caroline, I’d have concluded the lunch had been a smashing hit.
But being called bitter? That had shaken me. I needed to polish up my acting skills. I shouldn’t have written that confession. It had exposed the pain in my heart over my stepsister’s betrayal.
23
REX
I took one look at her face and knew the hen party hadn’t gone well. She smiled softly at me. “I promised you margaritas at the bar.”
“You did,” I said, and stood.
She pressed her lips together. “Do you think I’m bitter, Rex?”
“No.”
She frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Why, who thinks you’re bitter?”
“Caroline. But to be fair to her I was a bit of a bitch today. I couldn’t help myself. Every time I looked at Tiffany, the image of her sitting on the edge of my sofa as if it was dirty, and telling me she stole my boyfriend while pretending to cry fills my head, and I feel such a rage I just want to slap her smirking face so hard I break her jaw.”
God, she was beautiful when she was angry. I wanted to fuck her right there at the door. “So, you’re not wet for me anymore?”
“Dry as a nun’s clit at the moment, I’m afraid,” she surmised.
I chuckled. “Will a few margaritas help?”
She smiled. “Maybe. I know you’ve had to hear me go on and on about my ridiculous situation, but you do know that I’m glad my relationship with Steven ended, don’t you? He wasn’t right for me at all. I can see that even more clearly now. We are too different and he didn’t deserve me.”
No, he fucking didn’t. Only a fool would drop a gem like Willow for a shallow, worthless creature like Tiffany.
“I’m glad you realize that now,” I said, an uncomfortable sensation clawing my gut. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was. I thought the lady doth protest too much and I was…
Jealous!
I was in a jealous rage as if she was mine. Jealous that that asshole had ever even touched her. The intensity of the sensation made me clench my hands with black fury.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
What did it matter what they had done in the past? To start with I was not the jealous type, and I definitely wasn’t in the market for a relationship with anyone. Period. Willow and I had strong chemistry, but we were ships sailing past each other, but had stopped to fuck hard, before each went on its separate journey.
We were that fucking temporary.
“You’re not listening to me. What are you thinking about so seriously?” she asked.
I held her gaze. “Fucking you.”
She choked. “What?”
“You heard.”
“Damn, Rex. You really know how to turn a girl on,” she murmured throatily.
“Back to your bed?” I suggested.
She licked her lips saucily. “No. I feel dirty, and not in a good way. Shower first, I think. Wait for me here.”
First, she kicked off her shoes, then as she walked, she discarded more and more clothes leaving a trail of them in her wake. Her panties, she threw in my direction, just before she disappeared through the bedroom door.
I caught the scrap of lace in my hands and brought it up to my nose. Instantly, the image of Willow’s wet, pink pussy dropped into my head, 3D, and in full color.
All the blood in my body dropped to my cock, making me steel hard.
“Wait here,” she said. The smart thing, of course, was to stay away from the fucking bathroom for at least a few seconds. Give the woman a chance to use the toilet in peace and wash a little before I jumped her.
I pulled out my phone. There were several messages, all related to work. Nothing that couldn’t wait.
Fuck. I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t fucking stay away.
The sound of the shower floated into the room and with it, the image of a naked Willow with water cascading down her hot body. That did it. I got up, dumped my clothes on the floor and went towards the bathroom.
She’d left the door open and her form was blurry though the shower wall. She slid the shower door open and I stepped into that large steamy space. Wordlessly, she poured a generous helping of shower gel into her hand. Starting from my shoulders, she rubbed it all over my body, skipping my raging cock.
“You missed a bit,” I commented, when she turned me around.
Her laughter rang out and bounced off the marble surfaces. “No. I’m saving the best for last.”
She rubbed the gel into my back. “Now turn around and stand under the water,” she commanded.
I obeyed and watched her movements as she poured more shower gel into her hand.