Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Understood.” And Leandro did. Derek only meant one thing – and that was not to join any more underground races.
“Do you have any other questions?”
“Yes.” Leandro paused then asked seriously, “Can you recommend any girl who’s likely to win my parents’ approval? I need to have a girlfriend by this weekend.”
Derek’s eyebrow shot up. “A girlfriend?”
“Preferably someone boring and plain, super smart, a good girl that any mother would love to have as a daughter-in-law.”
“Good girls would run away from the mere sight of you.”
A sexy smile flashed on his lips, but it did not reach Leandro’s eyes, turning him into a coldly beautiful man. “I don’t think there’s any girl who’d reject all that I have to offer.” He wasn’t boasting but merely stating a fact. He had been receiving propositions from extremely gorgeous women twice his age as early as thirteen years old.
“Well, I won’t be able to recommend anyone to you. That’s no different from offering a sacrificial lamb, knowing you’re likely to hurt any girl dating you.”
“But it will hurt so good,” Leandro countered, and as if proving his point, he allowed himself a slight smile.
The girls around them sighed.
Derek shook his head. “Whatever it is you’re planning won’t work. My advice to you – if you need a girlfriend, then find someone to fall in love with.” He checked his watch, frowning when he realized the time. “I have a meeting with the board in a few minutes. Should we go back?”
“I think I’ll stay here for a while, maybe grab a bite or something before I head back to my room. Are we still on for tonight?”
“Definitely. Jaike’s excited to cook dinner for you.”
Leandro suppressed a groan. “Please tell me it’s not—-”
“It is. So you’re going to fucking swallow every spoonful, and afterwards you’re going to tell her you enjoyed it.” Derek bared his teeth in a smile. He meant every word. He wasn’t going to let anything or anyone upset the woman he loved in any way.
Leandro did groan then. Jaike’s cooking was horrible, more so when it came to Greek cuisine. “You’re a fucking sadist.”
“Nah. Just in love.”
He choked. “Did you really just say that with a straight face?”
Derek only smiled, and unlike his cousin’s, this one reached his eyes, making the girls sigh even more loudly than they did when they experienced the seductive potency of Leandro Christopoulos’ smile. “One day, you’ll find another girl that you’ll love even more than your bike. And then I’ll be the one laughing at you—-”
Leandro smirked. “Not ever going to happen, cousin.”
Famous last words, Derek thought.
ROBERTA “BOBBY” GRANGER was on her way back to her table when she realized belatedly that it wasn’t her table anymore. What the heck?
She hurried towards her table as quickly as she could without upsetting the contents of her tray. Her mood hadn’t already been good to begin with, considering the text message she received earlier this morning. And then this.
When she reached her table, she said politely, “Excuse me.” The guy on her table taking her seat was tall – enough for him to be almost the same height as she was even while seated. Maybe the fact would have been intimidating to others, but not her.
When he still didn’t turn around, she cleared her throat and said more loudly, “Excuse me!”
He turned slowly, his move screaming of reluctance, and it made Bobby grit her teeth. The glass of soya milk on her tray slid a little to the left. Drat. “That’s my seat, mister,” Bobby said as she adjusted her hold on the tray. “So if you could please—-” Bobby looked up and forgot the rest of what she had to say.
Bobby blinked.
Twice.
Thrice.
Beautiful was her first thought.
Was it truly possible for anyone to be this beautiful? It didn’t seem fair. Midnight black hair and olive skin that spoke of a Mediterranean heritage as well as stormy blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes that she would personally kill for. He wore a simple white shirt and a rugged-looking pair of jeans, and he had what looked like a griffin tattoo wrapped around his arm.
When she didn’t say anything, he turned his back on her.
Beautiful...and rude!
Bobby’s temper snapped. “Excuse me,” she said again, this time between clenched teeth. Her arms were beginning to ache at the weight of the tray as well, making her even more annoyed.
What the hell was her problem? The sound of the pissed-off voice had Leandro Christopoulos closing his eyes. This girl seemed to be more insistent than most. Or maybe it was because he was in America and people weren’t yet familiar with his moods. Back home, girls had known by his reputation that Leandro didn’t care to have his privacy interrupted unless he had given the signal for them to approach him. Otherwise, he was left alone – like he should be now.