Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I guess I shouldn’t be shocked. He had all the moves during his performance and even more when we ate tacos until my belly almost popped, then burned off the calories on a handful of nightclub floors.
I haven’t smiled this much in an extremely long time.
“That’s why I’m so shocked you turned down extra gigs.” I lower my voice a smidge to ensure I don’t project Caleb’s unnecessary embarrassment onto anyone else. “I thought you needed the money?”
I love his honesty. “I do, but something else will come up.”
“For that much money?” Even though Warren was trying to push Caleb into scalding water, the figures tossed around tonight by upcoming brides made my eyes water. Caleb is good at his job, and the brides-to-be in attendance tonight were willing to pay double to secure him for their final hurrah.
“Maybe not quite that much, but at least I don’t have to take my clothes off to earn it.”
I hit him with a frisky wink. “Don’t act like you don’t like that part of your job.”
His laugh is the most beautiful noise in the world. “As far as I am concerned, if your dick isn’t hanging it, you are still dressed.”
“That wouldn’t have been the case if you had taken Kelsey’s maid-of-honor’s offer.”
Warren’s fiancé seems like a lovely lady, but I didn’t believe a word she spoke when she gushed about how attentive and sweet her husband-to-be is. She thinks she found Prince Charming hiding in Portland. I know she got a frog who escaped the pond far too early for the crimes he was convicted of, and her so-called ‘best friend’ appears as if she came from the same swampy waters.
But as Caleb said earlier, I can only warn Kelsey. What she does with that caution is her choice. Culpability for her actions do not belong on my shoulders.
Needing a stiff drink to dampen the snick of annoyance heating my veins, I ask, “Did you want to come in? I have some semi-cold water in the freezer that is calling your name.”
Caleb peers at me like I have next week’s lotto numbers. “How do you not get the water to freeze?”
I shrug. “I don’t know the semantics. It’s just like I have the magic touch or something.”
“The magic touch, eh?” Caleb summarizes, his lips twisted. “Or perhaps it’s not water. Maybe it’s vodka?”
After faking contemplation for five seconds, I shrug. “Vodka. Water. Almost the same thing.” I try not to sound too desperate while asking, “So, a nip of lukewarm tap water then?” but I miserably fail. Don’t get me wrong, it is better than the horrendous performance I brought out earlier today when I tried to act like Warren’s arrival to Cleastine was enough to have me forgetting about the massive boner digging into my backside.
That was a woeful waste of time.
There’s no chance of holding back my shock when Caleb agrees with a head bob, so I let it free. We’ve spent a lot of time together the past couple of months, but usually, it is with a chaperone. This is the first time in a long time we’ll be alone.
Although I love Octavia to death and often wish she were one of my sisters, I’d be a liar if I said I’m not internally dancing when Caleb’s entrance into my home occurs without her.
As he shadows me into the kitchen, I confess, “I do have an alcohol-free beer I’ve been hoarding just in case…” My words trial off when I realize how desperate I sound.
Regretfully, Caleb never lets me off the hook with bloodshed occurring. “In case…”
Lucky for me, I’m not a girl who wilts under pressure. “In case you ever pulled your head out of your ass and realized you were being an asshole, so you didn’t need to be lodged up one.” He coughs out a brittle laugh when I sock him in the stomach before I hotfoot it to the refrigerator. “Flavorless beer, soda, or water. Those are your options.”
He’s worse than a girl picking out a prom dress. I swear the earth circles the sun a dozen times before he finally breathes out, “Soda.”
I pull the first bottle out of the refrigerator, open it, down a generous mouthful, then hand it to Caleb. Don’t act shocked by our lack of glassware. We’ve shared more liquids than spit, so a little bit of backwash won’t scare me.
It will most likely turn me on.
“So… ah…” Yep, that was expressed as awkward as you’re wondering. It can’t be helped. I’m restless, horny, and so damn desperate to ask what changed in his eyes the past twelve hours that I’m about to blurt out an interrogation I am almost certain will see him clamming up.
No one likes to be put under the spotlight. Not even men with confidence in the bucketloads.