Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
A smile spreads over my face. “Okay.”
“Good.” He kisses the back of my hand and takes it into his, holding it until we arrive at his apartment.
“Son of a bitch,” he blurts out.
Standing in front of the enormous building is a woman dressed in the finest, expensive clothes. Everything about her screams wealth, but that’s not what’s silently screaming at me. It’s the tension rolling off Trent.
“My mother’s here.”
“Oh.”
“It will be fine.”
He steps out first and then takes my hand in his, helping me out. Before he can even introduce us, she throws her arms around me and squeals, “About time.”
“Mother.”
She releases her hold on me only to stare at her son with an icy glare that he must have adopted. “Don’t you mother me, Trenton. I’ve been waiting for you to find a woman finally, and you just went and scooped her up. I might actually have to believe in Santa after all these years because this is one Christmas miracle.”
“So tell me all about you, my dear.”
“Mother, we were just about to have dinner.”
“Good, I’m starving. After I saw the news, I just couldn’t wait to get over here and meet this precious thing. Can I say just how adorable you both look as Santa and Mrs. Claus? Too perfect.”
“Okay. Let’s take this to the condo.” We head upstairs, and she’s clinging to me, asking every basic question in the world, while Trent looks on with a grumpy huff, arms crossed, and it’s totally sexy. I want to throw my arms around him and kiss away the frown. Although nothing but his mother leaving and quitting monopolizing my time will please him.
Dinner is ordered from the local Italian restaurant and as we wait, Trent gives me a quick tour of his very large condo. It’s a four-bedroom place he keeps ready for his family when they come over, or if Dennis and he are working late, he will have a place to crash for the night. I think that’s pretty badass and makes me fall more for Trent than I should. Everything about him is too good to be true, and after one day, I’m scared that we’re going too fast.
“While he’s getting the food, I have to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
“Are you okay? You are ready to run out of here if given a chance.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes. I know you two look adorable together, but he didn’t bulldoze you into this, did he?”
“Kind of, but that’s not… It’s just the more I see of him, the more I see he’s pretty amazing, and I’m afraid that perfect façade will fall away, and I’ll be already too in love with him to pull away.”
“With Trent, what you see is what you get. The only thing you have to worry about is how much he works. Although, given that he ditched his workday during the busiest time of year for retail, I’d say you could control how many hours he works.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you. Your honesty is extremely refreshing. Women come to me just to meet my son, and they’d lie straight to my face if I asked them the same question.”
“Ladies, dinner’s here,” Trent says, ducking his head in the kitchen.
“We’re getting the drinks. Set it up, please.”
“Yes, mother.” He rolls his eyes and disappears, looking absolutely adorable and nothing like the tough businessman I met this morning. I’m falling hard and fast for him.
We sat down and enjoyed a nice dinner in the living room with a glass of wine, getting to know each other. They’re both shocked that I own my home at my age and paid for it myself, but I see the respect in their eyes. “I’ll have my driver take Lola home.”
“I don’t want to put you through so much trouble.”
“She doesn’t need to leave.”
“Actually, I should go. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, and I still have some things to handle before going to my parents on Christmas Day.”
“I can drive you home,” Trent says.
“It’s a long drive back.”
“I’ll drive you.” His firm tone told both of us there was no point in arguing. Not that I don’t prefer if he’s the one who takes me home because I want to steal a few more minutes with him.
“Well, then. I’ll see my way out. Thank you for spending time with me and letting me get to know you.” She kisses my cheek and then leans in to whisper, “You two are perfect together. Just remember that you don’t have to take his shit.”
I smile and nod. “Thank you. I’ll make sure. I have a very demanding sister that I swear was cut from the same cloth.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about her. She needs to find a husband too. Maybe we can find her one.”
“Sounds like an interesting plan.”
“So you want to leave me so soon. I’m pushing too hard, aren’t I?”