Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Lara:
Bit of a headache. Might have had a few too many Tingles.
PC:
Sorry you’re not feeling well. Anything I can do?
Oh, dear Lord. He was just swoon-worthy. When was the last time someone had given her the slightest bit of empathy or care when she was ill? She couldn’t remember. She’d ended up with pneumonia last winter and Axel had only cared because she couldn’t work.
Jerky jerk.
Lara:
Self-inflicted. I’ll be okay.
PC:
Drink lots of water and take some painkillers.
Lara:
Yes, sir.
PC:
I like you calling me sir, pretty girl.
Lara pressed her thighs together. Damn, she might have to get out her electronic boyfriend to help her relieve some of her arousal. She’d always had a slightly kinky side, but Axel had never been interested in any sort of play in the bedroom or out. Well, he’d never really been that into sex with her, anyway.
That should have been a red flag.
Get a clue, Lara. I was never that into you. I was just doing what was best for the band.
She shook off that memory. Axel was scum and she didn’t want to give him space in her head.
Now, how did she ask Butch if he really meant it when he said he’d go to the wedding with her?
She tapped her fingers against the bedspread.
Just ask it, Lara.
PC:
What time do I pick you up for the wedding? Where are you staying?
Oh hell. He did remember. Warmth filled her.
Remember, he’s just doing you a favor. He’s not into you.
She still didn’t understand why a stranger would want to help her. It had to be her personality. Guys always liked her personality.
And little else about her.
PC:
And I’m not trying to be a creepy stalker trying to find out where you live.
Lara:
Well, if you were, then you’re doing a poor job of it. You should have followed me home last night and peered in my windows. Of course, all you would have seen was me snoring. That wouldn’t be a pretty sight.
PC:
I’m sure you’re cute when you snore.
Great. She’d just told him she snored. And he’d called her cute. He definitely wasn’t into her.
PC:
Sorry to disappoint you with my lack of creepy stalker tendencies.
Lara:
We can work on them. I’ll help you.
PC:
You’re too kind.
Lara took in a deep breath. This next part was going to hurt. But there was no way that she’d make him go through with attending the wedding. That would just be cruel.
Lara:
You don’t have to go. I’m not holding you to a drunken promise.
A noise in the corner in the room made her gasp. Damn it. Were there mice in here? She couldn’t believe her mom had booked her into this place. Then again, maybe she’d chosen the most run-down motel she could find to force her to come home.
Not happening, Mom.
She’d survived living in far worse places.
There was no reply and she stared down at her phone. Was that it? Was he going to reply? She supposed him texting her like this was more than she’d expected.
Suddenly, her phone rang, and she nearly dropped it. Hastily, she answered it.
“H-hello?”
“Lara?”
Oh Lord, his voice was even sexier on the phone. Even with her crackly reception. After she’d dropped her phone in her coffee, it had just never been the same.
“Is this the sexy guy that I met at the bar?” She slapped her forehead after saying that. Dork.
“Yep, that’s me,” he said lightly.
Friends. Just friends.
He doesn’t want you that way.
“Thought I’d call you, my fingers were getting tired of doing all the work.”
“Ah, so you wanted to make your tongue do the work instead,” she said.
Oh. My. God.
Had she really just said that?
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said hastily. “It wasn’t meant to sound so . . . so sexual. I didn’t . . . I just . . .”
His laughter cut through her rambling, thankfully silencing her.
“Dear Lord,” she muttered.
“It’s all right, pretty girl. I know what you were saying. Although, just so you’re aware, my fingers and tongue are both equally capable.”
Damn. Just damn.
She could imagine. A shiver ran through her.
“Anyway, I wanted to tell you that it wasn’t a drunken offer. I want to go to the wedding with you as your fake boyfriend.”
What about as my real boyfriend?
Get a grip, Lara.
“Why? Believe me, the free booze and food isn’t worth it.”
“To support you, pretty girl.”
“You don’t know me. Do you often offer to go on dates with people you’ve just met in bars?”
“Hmm, no. Not often. But maybe I have a damsel in distress fetish.”
“You should get that looked at. It doesn’t sound healthy. Does it itch?”
Argh. There was something wrong with her.
“It doesn’t itch. Pretty girl, do you want me to go with you? As friends, of course. There won’t be anything else expected.”
She chewed her lip. She wouldn’t mind if there were other side benefits. But she was definitely not going to say that.