Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I’m sitting here in lingerie, thinking about you.” The minute she says that, we both burst out laughing. She hangs up the phone on me, but I call her back. “Are you really calling me instead of coming inside?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, “I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Cowboy,” she calls me by the nickname she’s given me, “I don’t know how it goes in the country, but usually it starts with ‘can I take you out tonight?’”
“Yeah, same thing.” I smirk at her as she shakes her head. “I’ll be back at six, be ready.”
“I didn’t say yes.” She walks to the back window of the living room.
“See you then.” I ignore what she just said and hang up the phone, making her smirk and then laugh. “Six o’clock!” I shout, and I know she hears me. “See you then, Sweetheart.” I wink at her, walking around the house to the front and starting the truck while I make plans for our date.
I spend the next four and a half hours making sure everything is where I want it, rushing home to take a shower before making my way back to her. I get to the house with two minutes to spare. I grab the flowers from the passenger seat before walking up and ringing the doorbell. I look down at my boots, listening to the lock open and then so does the door. My smile falls from my face when I see her standing there wearing a long white robe. Her hand holds the top closed, and there are white socks on her feet. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling okay?” I ask her.
“I’m fine.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “I’m just settling in for the night.”
“I told you I was taking you out.”
“There.” She points at me. “You told me, you never asked me.” I roll my eyes.
“Fine, Zara.” I hold up the flowers. “Go get dressed so I can take you out.”
“You’ve really never done this before, have you?” She bites her lower lip to stop her from smiling. “It goes like this, ‘Zara, will you go out with me, please?’” She sings the last part. “You can do it, Cowboy, try. Repeat after me, Zara.” She looks at me, waiting.
“Zara,” I start, “will you please go get dressed so I can take you out?”
“Gabriel,” she snaps, “you have to ask me.” She throws her hands up. “It’s not that hard.”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Getting annoyed by a cowboy,” she answers me without thinking twice.
“Good, so nothing.” I lean in and kiss her neck. “So can you go throw some clothes on so I can take you out?” She looks at me. “Fine,” I give in, “go get changed and I’ll take you out on a date.” She folds her arms over her chest. “Zara, you have nothing planned tonight, do you?” She holds her hands up over her head and claps. “Want to go out with me?”
“There.” She grabs the flowers from my hands. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She smells the flowers. “But the answer is no.” I open my mouth in shock. “Kidding.” She takes the flowers to the table, untying the knot of the robe and taking it off for me to see she’s already dressed under it.
“You gave me a hard time for nothing.” I take in her tight black pants that look like they are jeans, but I don’t know since her black sweater hangs over her perfect ass. She has white socks that go over the bottom of her pants to her mid-calf.
“I didn’t give you a hard time.” She puts the flowers in a vase. “I was helping you for the next time you have to ask someone out.” She smiles tightly, and I don’t even know what to think about that comment.
“Noted.” I put my hands in my back pockets. “Now, are you ready?”
“I have to put on my boots.” She walks over to her camel-colored boots, putting them on and grabbing the black vest she always wears. “Now I’m ready.”
“Good.” I pull her to me. “Give me a kiss,” I demand but lean down to kiss her lips. “You have the key?” I ask her, and she reaches in her pocket, pulling it out before grabbing her phone and placing them both back inside the pocket.
“Lead the way.” She follows me to my truck as I open her door. “Such a gentleman.” She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses under my chin. “But he doesn’t know how to ask me out on a date.”
“Agree to disagree, Sweetheart.” I swat her ass, pushing her into the truck. The sound of her laughter hits me right in the balls.
“You are lucky I like you, Cowboy ”—she reaches for her seat belt—“and I like what you bring to the bedroom or else—”