Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Our eyes lock, and we stare at each other. The double meaning of his sentence is not lost.
By software, he means my vagina.
Vivid memories of us rolling around in the sheets fill my mind. Dangerous things that shouldn't be in my head.
"Well, your time with my software is well and truly over, Mr. Garcia." I straighten my spine to try and appear in control.
He gives me a smile. "We'll see." He turns towards the door and then turns back. "Oh, and, April?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you reply to my text the other night when I told you I was thinking about you?"
"I was busy."
"Doing what?"
"Ignoring you, Sebastian. Go back to work. You're annoying."
"This conversation isn't over." With one last sexy look, he disappears up the hall.
For some stupid reason, I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling.
He is one hot asshole, I'll give him that.
I happen to know that your software is the best that there is
Idiot.
"Just this way, please." The waiter leads us through the restaurant, up to a mezzanine level at the back. The waiter pulls out my chair, and I take a seat.
I'm here tonight to tell Duke that we can't see each other anymore.
This restaurant has high security and is one of the few places in town that Duke isn’t photographed in.
As fun as it's been, and as wonderful as he's been in my life, lately, I just don't want to see him at all, which is weird because all I do seem to want to do is lie around and think about that bastard Garcia.
Either way, it's unfair to Duke, and I want him to be happy. I want him to find the woman of his dreams, get married, have children, and be happy.
Tonight, is the first step in him doing that. I'm going to end it once and for all, and I'm not going to let him talk me out of it. We’re good friends, and he's someone that's been a constant in my life for a couple of years now, but we don't want the same things anymore. I don't know if we ever did.
When he was into partying, it was all great, but now he wants to settle down and I'm not there with him. For the life of me, I don't understand why.
But it is what is it, and I figure if I have to try and analyze this so hard to understand it.
Something is wrong.
"Can I get you a drink?" the waitress asks.
"I'll have a margarita, please." I smile as I hand the drinks menu back to her.
"And I'll all have a whiskey sour," Duke says with a smile.
"Okay, we have some specials on the cocktail list tonight at the bar. I can get the first one for you, but you will have to go to the bar to purchase any you want after that."
"Okay, fantastic."
She disappears through the crowd, and my attention falls back to Duke.
"So," he says. "I haven't seen you much."
I give him a sad smile. "I've just got so much on with work lately,” I pause as I try to articulate my feelings. Let's get through dinner before I lay it all out on the table. "What's going on with you?" I ask to change the subject.
"We go into a training camp next week."
"Is that here or are you going away?"
"France for three weeks."
"Fun," I smile.
The waitress arrives with our drinks. We smile and thank her when she puts them in front of us.
I take a sip. “Oh, this is good." I smile, and just as I glance over, and see three security guards walking into the restaurant, behind them I see Sebastian walking as he follows the waiter. He has a woman with him. She has long dark hair and is wearing a red dress.
Who the fuck is she?
I watch them sit down at the table. Sebastian says something, and the lady in red laughs in response. He gives her that sexy smile I've seen so many times.
I think about you all day and I dream about you all night.
What a load of fucking shit.
I snap my eyes back to Duke as my blood begins to boil.
"Didn't you say you were away next week?" Duke asks.
"Umm." I sip my drink, completely distracted by the douche on the other side of the restaurant. "Yes, with work for a few days."
"Where are you going?"
"Kent."
My eyes go back to Sebastian. He's wearing blue jeans, a cream linen suit jacket, and a white shirt. It sets off his dark hair and olive skin perfectly. I tear my eyes away angrily. Damn him.
So much for wanting me. Another lie.
Why did I think that anything that comes out of that man's mouth is credible?
Asshole.
"What's in Kent?" Duke asks my eyes travel back to Sebastian across the room.
The woman in red says something, and he laughs before he says something back.