Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I’m sure he would have, even if he never showed it.”
“You haven’t met this man.”
“How long since you’ve had sex?” he asks.
“That’s a very personal question.”
“Answer it.”
I shrug, embarrassed. “A little over six years, the last few years of our marriage were sexless.”
His eyebrows flick up in surprise as he sips his champagne. “Bob must be getting a good work out then.”
I shake my head. “Nope. That part of my life completely shut down when I found out Graham was having an affair.”
“You haven’t orgasmed in six years?” he gasps.
“No.”
He gives me the best come-fuck-me look I’ve ever seen and something tells me Thomas has a new agenda.
Help!
I take a huge gulp of champagne; I feel like I’m in some exotic movie or something.
“This is your seat.” The waiter pulls out a chair at the table next to us as he sits a couple who have just walked in.
Thomas’s dark eyes hold mine and he licks his lips as if imagining something. “We need to rectify this situation,” he mouths.
No shit, Sherlock.
We stare at each other as my heartbeat echoes somewhere in the distance. He takes my hand over the table and lifts it to his mouth and kisses my fingertips, he then cups my hand around his face as his big eyes hold mine. He gives me a slow sexy smile as if to warn me of his intentions.
Oh….
“What is the special tonight?” I’m jolted out of my daydream as I hear a familiar voice. I glance up to see that Graham and Melody are sitting at a table just beside us and my eyes widen in horror.
What the actual fuck!
“What?” Thomas mouths.
I take out my phone and text him.
That’s my ex-husband and his new wife sitting just there.
He reads my text and looks up at them and frowns, he texts back.
Eww… That is your ex–husband?
Something about this ridiculous situation tickles my fancy and I giggle as I read his text. He types again and I wait.
No wonder you fucking hated sex!
I giggle harder and take a huge gulp of my wine, this night is un-fucking-believable even to me.
Thomas’s eyes roam over the two of them and he texts again.
And that is his wife… eww again!
I put my hand over my mouth to hide my smile, I know I’m paying him to be on my side but damn it, it’s worth every penny. He types another message.
Pretend not to see them
I frown in question and another text bounces in.
It’s game time.
What?
He stands and walks around to my side of the table, “Going to the restroom, darling,” he tells me in a loud voice, he then leans down and takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Soft and passionate with tongue and suction and….
Jeez.
“Come with me.” He smiles against my lips. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Stop.
I widen my eyes, talk about making a scene.
“You behave.” He says with a chuckle and saunters off to the bathroom.
Graham has seen me; I can see his reflection in the window as he waits for me to look around. Of course I sip my champagne and look the other way in an attempt to ignore him.
Thomas walks back through the restaurant as every woman in the restaurant’s eyes follow him back to our table. He’s utterly gorgeous, the kind of man that stands out in a crowd. Wearing a linen sports coat and blue jeans, his dark wavy hair sits to just-fucked perfection. But it’s the confidence that he oozes, he has this glowing aura around him that says if I want your girl I’ll take her.
He sits down and takes my hand over the table. “What did I miss?” He smiles sexily.
“Nothing.”
He kisses my fingertips as he lovingly looks over at me.
“Elizabeth,” Graham says.
We both turn, acting surprised. “Oh, hi.” I smile, my eyes flick to Melody. “Hi, Melody.”
Melody fakes a smile. “Hello.”
Graham’s eyes flick between Thomas and me. “Who’s your friend?” he asks.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Thomas interrupts. “Who are you?”
Graham’s eyes hold his. “I’m her ex-husband.”
Melody’s eyes go to Graham in annoyance at him introducing himself that way. “I’m Melody,” she says.
“Hello, Melody.” Thomas smiles without hardly glancing her way. “So….” Thomas smiles. “We finally meet.”
Graham’s eyes hold Thomas’s. “I’ve never heard of you.”
Thomas chuckles. “I’m sure you haven’t, I met Elizabeth long before you divorced.”
Graham’s eyes flick to me and then back to him. “What does that mean?”
Thomas smiles and raises his champagne glass toward Graham and then takes a slow sip.
Oh. My. God.
Thomas is full baiting him.
“How long have you two been together?” Graham says; he hates Thomas already.
“Oh, how long is a ball of string….” Thomas smiles over at me. “Our relationship spans over the last fifteen years.” He kisses my hand in his. “Doesn’t it, darling?”
What?
Graham frowns as if putting the puzzle together. “Meaning what?”
Thomas smiles and turns his attention to Melody. “How did you meet Graham, Melissa?”