Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Mm… you even smell good first thing in the morning,” he groans sleepily against the back of my neck.
I cover my mouth. “You haven’t smelled my breath,” I chuckle.
He rolls away, releasing me. I try not to acknowledge the bereft feeling that begins to settle in. If I’m honest, lying here with his arm around me was the most secure I’ve felt in months.
“Want some breakfast? We have bacon, turkey bacon, and Canadian bacon. I make a mean omelet and my waffles are stellar if I say so myself,” he says as he sits up.
“I’ll have whichever you decide to make.”
He chuckles. “I’m having all of that, babe,” he says, patting his stomach.
“Oh,” I say and knit my brows. “Maybe half of what you make yourself?”
“I’ve got you,” he chuckles again. “I’ll use the bathroom outside with the guys. This place is all yours.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as I watch him stand and stretch.
His shirt lifts, revealing tanned skin. I do my best not to ogle him. That is until he releases his hair and runs his hands through it before fixing it into that bun again.
He does it so fast I can’t tell how long it is, but it seems pretty long and thick from what I can tell. I watch his tight ass as he walks out of the room. I shouldn’t be checking him out, but it’s hard not to. I groan and pull myself up from the bed.
“This is going to be a long trip home,” I mutter.
I go through my things to find something comfortable to wear. Once I gather everything I need, I head into the bathroom to freshen up. My sister comes to mind and I think about giving her a call.
I can’t help wondering if I should have involved her in what happened six months ago. My sister is an attorney. She used to be a prosecutor.
I know all this mess will piss her off. Although, she now works in PI law. I sigh and shake the thought off. I’ll handle this all when I get home.
“Things are turning around. You’ll get back on track. Fuck Tom,” I mutter to myself.
Stepping into the bathroom, I’m impressed by its size. Then again, with a guy as big as Bishop, I guess this is appropriate to accommodate him. Instead of being nosy, like I initially wanted to, I place my things down and get to my shower.
Okay, okay, I do take his shower gel and shampoo to sniff them. They both make my mouth water as my mind goes to waking surrounded by a mix of both and what I assume is his natural scent.
“Saga, he’s your boss now. Pull your shit together and wash your ass. You don’t have time for him or any other man,” I huff to myself.
I’m surprised by the disappointment that hits me as my thoughts sink in. I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t get into another relationship for at least the next two to five years. I’m that done with men.
However, there’s something about Bishop. I stop my thoughts in their tracks. No men. Especially not my new boss.
Bishop
She felt so right in my arms. I remember telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a moment once she passed out last night. Next thing I knew, I woke to Saga lying in my arms.
I blow out a breath before balancing the plates in my hand to knock on the bedroom door. I’ve given her plenty of time to get showered and dressed. Although, my mind has been on her in that shower since I walked out of the room.
“Here we go,” I say as I make my way back into the bedroom.
“Thanks,” she says, looking at the plate warily as she takes it.
The guys are crowding the front of the bus. Besides, I’m not ready to share her. I want more time like last night. Listening to her talk about all the things she can do for the band’s social media had me in a trance.
I could tell she knew what she was talking about. Watching her eyes light up and the wheels turn in her head sucked me right into the excitement with her. It didn’t hurt that I got to hear that sexy voice and watch those sexy as fuck lips move.
“No problem.”
“I should’ve asked for a quarter of what you’re having,” she says as she eyes the plate in her hands.
“Eat what you want. I’ll finish the rest,” I say.
“Seriously? You’ll probably pass out before you finish your own.”
“This?” I say, pointing at my plate. “This is just my first plate.”
Her mouth pops open. I sit on the bed beside her and start to dig in. She’s still staring at me and the portion size on my plate as I chew.
“I’ve always been a big guy and I’ve always loved to eat,” I say after swallowing my bite of omelet.