Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
She bends, and her blond hair falls to the side of her face. “I am not Riccardo,” I say. “Get in the car.”
She gasps. “Absolutely not.” She shakes her head furiously. “You’ve done enough for the night.” She puts her hands on her legs. “I can say you have done it for the month. No more good deeds.”
I just look at her as she stays leaned over, and I can see the black lace bra under that flimsy satin top. The whole night I kept looking at the thin straps and wondered how it would feel with me pulling them down. “So you can either get in the car.” I look at her and then ahead and then back to her. “Or I wait for your Uber and follow him to make sure that you get home okay.”
“Or you can pretend I’m not here,” she says, and I want to tell her there is no way I could do that, nor do I want to do it.
I lean more into the seat so she can see my eyes. “You don’t know my father or my uncle,” I say, shaking my head. “But if you did, you would know that if I left you out here by yourself, they would kick my ass.” I close my eyes. “Tag team and then both of them together.” My voice goes soft. “Get in the car, Jillian.”
She steps off the sidewalk and puts her arm on the window. Just being near her and her scent has my cock waking up. I don’t think I’ve ever been drawn to a woman like this before. “You really aren’t going to leave?” I shake my head. “You really are that perfect,” she says, and I pfft out.
“Trust me, I’m far from perfect.” If only she knew what the fuck hell I just went through, she would know I’m not perfect.
The door opens, and she gets in. “I have to cancel Riccardo,” she says, taking her phone and canceling her ride. She turns and looks at me. “My mother would not be happy with me. The whole stranger-danger thing.”
“I think she would be less happy about you getting into a stranger’s car,” I say, and she looks at me.
“I met you an hour ago,” she points out.
“You don’t even know Riccardo.” That’s all I can say as I put the SUV in drive and take off. Turning right, I look over at her as she laughs. “Now, where do you live?”
“Oh, no, I’m not giving you my address,” she says, and it’s my turn to laugh.
“I don’t even know what area I’m in,” I respond, and she gasps.
“How did you pick Sullivan’s?” She turns in her seat with her back against the door, bending one leg and tucking it under her butt.
“I was driving around, and well, the car led me to that place, and it looked good, so I stopped,” I say and turn right. “Guess it was my lucky night.” She laughs.
“You lied to me.” She hits my arm, and I just look at her, not saying anything. “You have no game, my ass.” I immediately think back to the way her ass swayed when she walked away from me. I also think about how it would look in my palm. My cock becomes so hard I’m afraid she is going to see, so I toss my hat on my lap and scratch my head. “You have this whole big bag of game.”
I laugh. “The last time I went on a date was two years ago.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just because you don’t date doesn’t mean you don’t have game.” She looks around. “At the next light, turn left.” I nod at her as I follow her directions. I don’t notice any street names, and at this point, I could be an hour away from my house, and I wouldn’t even know.
“I blame my sister, who lets me watch all those sappy love stories.” I smirk over at her, and she claps her hands.
“Which one is your favorite?” Her voice is radiant as she waits for me to answer.
“I don’t remember the names,” I say. “She just had me watch the historical piece on Netflix.”
“Bridgerton?” she says, her eyes lighting up. “If you like it, you should read the books.”
“I think I’ll pass.” I chuckle. “I don’t even know everyone’s name. All I know is the duke and then the girl he married. The brother who bangs against a tree.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Okay, fine, what is another movie?” she asks, and I look ahead and stop at a red light. “Turn left here.” I put the blinker on.
“She went through this stint of The Notebook,” I say, and I swear to God, I think she sighs. “That fucking movie. She could probably recite it word for word.”