Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
My hand comes up to his face, my fingers wiping my lip gloss off his lips. His arms tighten around my waist. “Welcome to my home.”
“Thank you for having me,” I say softly. “Is Meadow sleeping?”
“Out like a light,” he confirms. “I made sure I tired her out.” I chuckle. “I might have needed a nap.” His hands slide off my hips. “Let me get your jacket.”
“Trying to get me out of my clothes already?” I joke with him, slipping my jean jacket off. “You haven’t even fed me yet.” As I hand him my jacket, his hand comes up to grab it.
“You look beautiful,” he compliments, and I don’t think another man besides one from my family has called me beautiful. Sure, I’ve been called hot, but no man I’ve been dating or have dated has said I was beautiful.
I look down, hoping he doesn’t notice me blushing. “Thank you,” I reply softly before I tuck one side of my hair behind my ear.
He slides my hand in his as he turns and walks into the house, placing my jacket on top of the bottom banister to the winding staircase. “Very regal, Mr. Griffin.” I look up at him. “Has Meadow tried to slide down the railing yet?”
“Not yet,” he says as we walk past his dining room, which has a grand table with a stunning chandelier. My eyes catch the office, and I wonder if he works in there often. “I’ll give you a tour later.” We walk into the family room connected to a massive white kitchen with gray cabinets and stainless-steel appliances.
“This is stunning,” I say as I walk over to the island, running my hand over the white counter with light-gray veins in it. “Very, very sexy.” I look up at him as his eyes shine.
“I’ve never been so jealous of a counter in my life.” He puts his hand on my lower back before bending to kiss my lips. “In case I don’t tell you later or I forget to tell you because I’m so nervous.” He smiles at me shyly, not moving his face away from mine. “I’m happy you came over.” I can’t help the smile that forms on my face with his words.
“I’m happy you asked me,” I say quietly. My hand comes up to hold his face, and my thumb rubs his cheek. “Really, really happy,” I admit, my chest tightening as I lean forward to kiss him softly on the lips.
“If you keep kissing me”—he slides his tongue into mine for a second, sending a shiver up my spine—“we aren’t going to cook anything.”
I laugh as he lets go of my lips and steps away. “I’m trying to decide,” I say as I watch him walk around the island and toward the massive fridge, “if I like the suit Caine or the jeans Caine.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking at me. “I’ll save judgment for the naked Caine.” I wink at him, and he glares. I walk around the island to join him. “Can I help?”
“I don’t think you standing next to me is going to help,” he huffs as he grabs things out of the fridge and places them on the island.
I giggle like a school girl. “I’ll stay on one side, and you can stay on the other,” I barter as he holds my hips to walk around me even though he has enough space to just walk past me. “What are we making?”
“I was thinking we could have some steak.” He opens a couple of drawers, removes some knives, and places them on the counter before grabbing two cutting boards. “I got some shrimp I thought we could throw onto the grill also.”
“Love surf and turf.”
“Are you saying that,” he asks me, putting his hands on his hips, “just to make me feel better?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I actually like steak and shrimp.”
“Good, I started marinating the steak this afternoon and also the shrimp.”
“What can I do to help?” I ask as he walks around the kitchen, grabbing things.
“You can prep the salad while I throw this on the grill,” he states. “How do you like your steak?”
“Medium rare,” I say, and he kisses me chastely before walking out the back door. I walk around the sleek kitchen, washing my hands before making the salad. Looking out the window toward the outside grill, I see him standing there looking even better than he does at the office. I knew the minute the door opened and I saw him there, tonight would be the night. My hands start to shake when I think about it. My stomach feels like it’s going to roam all the way up to my throat, and then my chest compresses at the same time. I’ve never been more nervous in my life. Never. He looks over his shoulder at me, probably feeling me staring at him. His face goes into a smile, and then he winks at me. I have to hold the counter to keep my knees from giving out.