Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Did I?
I’m not sure. Even if I did, I didn’t think she was listening to me. Too busy undressing Dietrich in her mind, or so I thought.
Oopsie. This could be a problem.
“It’s a big campus,” I suggest, hoping for no more questions.
Jeremy looks me up and down while licking his overly plump lips, making me shudder as Dietrich’s body hardens next to me. His hand slips down on my belly, pressing me behind him. His chest fills, shoulders square as he steps into Jeremy’s space.
Jeremy’s gaze is fixated on me, a goofy grin plastered on his lips as he sidesteps Dietrich.
“Enchanté,” he greets with a thick, cartoonish French accent, then plucks my hand from my side and raises it toward his face. “It’s always a pleasure to have such beautiful young guests. Especially ones staying the weekend. I’ll surely sniff out your room.”
He tugs my fingers toward his lips.
Yuck. Super yuck.
In a blink, I’m tugged into the warmth of Dietrich’s side, his arm locked around me like a python. I fight my urge to wrap my arms around his waist and do a subtle little dry hump against his thigh.
Dietrich low-key snarls toward Jeremy.
Like, lip curling snarl and I swear those baby blues of his have turned red.
Then, he draws a breath that seems to collect all the available oxygen from around us.
My lungs burn and the tension in my center shoots up my back as I fuss and flutter, playing the shy, offended daughter, because, what the hell? I don’t remember ever having my own father step up for me like this, so I’m going to ride this Daddy wave right into paradise.
“Whoa there, pops. Just being polite.” Jeremy raises his hands on a mocking grin.
“I don’t like anyone touching my daughter.” Dietrich manages with a restrained politeness, but it sounds more like, ‘Step back or your balls are going to end up in the punchbowl’.
Margaret pats Jeremy’s shoulder. “I assure you that my Jeremy didn’t mean any harm. He’s always been too charming for his own good.”
“Clearly,” Dietrich rumbles.
“My apologies,” Jeremy mutters, scratching the back of his neck with no attempt to hide the way his eyes are fixed on my tits. “But I’ll be sure to grab you for a dance later.”
“That won’t be happening,” Dietrich says and it doesn’t feel like he’s acting.
Margaret’s eyes darken but Dietrich doesn’t budge and neither do I.
Margaret sniffs as Jeremy snaps his tongue in his cheek, shooting finger guns my way, then wanders off whistling as Margaret sweeps her hand forward. “I am certain the two of you would like a chance to settle in before the festivities. Allow me to show you to your accommodations.”
As we walk, she drones on about Jeremy and the long list of his superhuman abilities as my upper thighs slip and slide together thanks to the way Dietrich is still hugging me next to him. Then, at last, we step through a door into a living area larger than my entire house. It’s tufted and tucked with sumptuous velvet and fabrics that cost more than my father makes in a year. The scent of white roses fills the air. There are several vases scattered around, filled with the fragrant flowers and I quickly calculate that the cost of those flowers could easily pay the mortgage on our house for two months.
“This is your suite, with connecting bedrooms.” Margaret gestures to two adjacent doors like a flight attendant pointing toward the emergency exits. “Jamie, I think you’ll be comfortable in here.”
We move toward a door to the left and Margaret turns the knob, swinging it open and a blast of Swedish sauna heat takes my breath away.
“Oh my God,” Margaret squeals, pressing her fingertips to her lips.
Dietrich and I lean forward, getting an eyeful of the disaster inside.
“Warm in there,” Dietrich says as he winks my way.
“I don’t understand…” Margaret flutters and flusters. Inside the room, the expansive leaded glass window is shattered, the oppressive heat from outside taking over. Shards of glass cover the floor and the bed as a black drone the size of a double large pepperoni pizza is buzzing and twitching on the satin pillows.
“Noooo…the photographer was taking aerial images of the event. He must… He must have…” Margaret murmurs, shaking her head. “I’m so embarrassed, there are no other bedrooms available. I—I… I suppose I could put Jamie in the pool house.”
“No,” Dietrich snaps. “We don’t mind sharing a bedroom, do we, babygirl?”
Gulp.
He slips his fingers into mine as I do my best to stay in character.
He continues with, “Back in the days before I was the man I am now, we had a tiny one bedroom bungalow and Jamie would climb into bed with me almost every night. It will be like old times. Isn’t that right, angel?”
He pins me with those hypnotic blue eyes and my insides turn to warm goo.