Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She chewed on the corner of her mouth. “If that’s a problem I’m sure I can talk Corina into leaving.”
Paxton wasn’t leaving with Mike. A sense of relief washed over my entire body, and I let out the breath I was holding.
“No. No, I don’t mind taking you home. Not at all.”
There went that smile again. When she put her hand on my arm, my heart stopped. “Thank you.”
Nodding, I placed my hand on her lower back and guided her to the passenger side of the truck. Opening her door, I waited for her to climb in, but she didn’t. She stared into my eyes.
“I’m sorry about the other day with Chloe, if I stepped over the line.”
I was lost in a swirl of blue. Even in the dark of night with just a few parking lights her eyes lit up.
“You didn’t. She was so excited to win and then they told her what the prize was and her little face fell, it about killed me. She’s been talking about going with you non-stop.”
She beamed. “It’ll be fun.”
I nodded. The urge to reach out and touch her was overwhelming. “I’m sorry about Amelia. For what she told Chloe. And I’m sorry for what I said to you. It was heartless and I didn’t mean it.”
Her eyes searched my face. Bouncing from my lips back up to my eyes then back down again. It was like she was struggling with some deep eternal thought. Finally, she giggled then gave me a wink. “I do like you, so it’s not a lie.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s better than you hating me.”
Her smile faded while her gaze dropped to the ground.
“Let’s get you home, pumpkin.”
Slipping into the truck, she didn’t say a word.
The drive back to her house was silent. It took less than ten minutes, but it felt like a fucking eternity.
My heart was pounding as I pulled up and put the truck in park. Paxton sat with her hands folded in her lap. The weight of whatever she wanted to say was heavy in the truck. The only thing I knew to do was be patient. When it was clear she wasn’t about to, I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
“Will you come in?”
Okay. That wasn’t what I thought she was going to say.
“Um.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “No. What I mean is, will you let me show you something.”
I wiggled my brows. Paxton let out a soft chuckle before reaching over and hitting me on the leg.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure, I’d love to come in.”
I jumped out of the truck and jogged around to the passenger side where I reached my hand out and helped Paxton down. She smiled, and I led the way to her front door.
When we walked in, she tossed her keys into a small square bowl. My eyes about popped out of my head; it was the bowl I’d made her in eighth grade pottery class. I didn’t say anything as I continued to follow her. When she made her way over to the steps, I paused.
Paxton glared. “I don’t want to sleep with you, Steed. I only want to show you something.”
My ego took a serious hit, and I couldn’t help the look of disappointment on my face. Not because I realized I wasn’t going to have sex with Paxton, because trust me, I was fucking disappointed in that. But because she didn’t seem to want me. At all.
“Is it something naughty?” I teased while following her up the stairs.
“No,” she replied with a lighthearted laugh. I could tell she was a little tipsy with the way she was walking. I had to admit it was nice to have a bit of lighter banter between us.
“You feel okay, pumpkin?” I asked, watching her ass as she climbed the stairs.
“Yeah. I think I drank more than I thought I did. I feel a bit lightheaded.”
My breathing increased with the idea of being in Paxton’s bedroom. My dick was already thinking of what it wanted to do, and I adjusted myself. But the moment we walked into her room and she turned on the lights, I knew it was going to be a battle keeping my hard on at bay.
I scanned the master bedroom. It was done in different shades of gray. The touches of blue in the room made me smile. It was almost exactly how we’d talked about all those years ago.
Paxton sat down on the bench at the end of her bed and pulled her boots off. I stood there with my hands in my pocket still looking around the room.
“Um, Pax, is there a reason you brought me up to your bedroom or are you trying to make me fucking crazy?”
Her brows lifted and a small grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You’re going crazy being in here? Why?”