Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
There was no point in avoiding him.
Putting the bottle back onto the counter, she turned toward him. “I’m enjoying a drink, do you have a problem with that?”
Damn, he still looked good. Her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her. Maverick was a good-looking guy, even when he had this pissed-off expression on his face.
She tilted her head to the side and watched him. “Care to join me?”
“You shouldn’t be at the bar.”
She sighed. “Why not?”
“Because, you should be home … resting.” He leaned in and whispered that last part.
Freya rolled her eyes. What more could she do? After the sex, Maverick had been so sweet. He’d insisted on her soaking in a bath with salts, and playing the part of the perfect boyfriend and gentleman, but come morning, when she woke up, he was gone. It was like it hadn’t happened.
“We had sex,” she said, not even attempting to lower her voice.
“Yeah, but you were a virgin, Freya. You should be resting.”
She glared at him. “I’m pretty sure husbands of the past were quite happy to keep it in their pants, and, you know, to allow their newly wedded wives to rest. Please, we had sex and I am fine.” She’d been sore the day after, but it had faded as the day wore on, and now she was more than fine.
If anything, she was a little pissed that he’d not called. He’d not even checked up on her, which is why she was back at the bar, having a drink. Attempting to gain his attention back.
****
Staying away from Freya Parker was turning into one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
He didn’t know how hard it could be to stop thinking about a woman. Never, in all his years, had he struggled to let a woman go. Freya wasn’t just any woman. Ever since she turned eighteen, it was like she magically registered on his radar.
The brunette beauty always plagued his thoughts, which is why it had been a long time since he’d been with any other woman. He’d gone to have a drink, to get his mind off Freya, only to find her at the bar in town, celebrating her sister’s freedom. He had to be the unluckiest son of a bitch around. The one woman he wanted to stop thinking about was the one woman there. It was just typical. He’d intended to keep his distance, but while Adele loved being the star of the show, Freya always liked to keep to her little corner. He never liked that.
So, he’d made a big mistake and gone over to talk to her. To offer her some company. One drink had led to two, and then he’d asked her back to his place. They ended up at her place, and, well, he’d then learned a thing or two about a woman. He’d never been with a virgin before.
Hearing Freya’s scream of pain, well, that would stay with him forever. He never wanted to cause her pain. She’d begged him not to stop, so he hadn’t, but afterward, he’d done everything he could to care for her. Leaving her had been hard to do, but he’d seen no other alternative. He’d never been the kind of guy to stay for anyone or anything.
Also, she was Adele’s little sister.
When Kyle, one of his buddies, had called to let him know Freya was at the bar, he’d been pissed.
“We’re not in medieval times, Freya,” he said.
He’d noticed other men eyeing her, and there was no way in hell he was letting anyone else have this woman.
Pete, the owner of the bar, moved closer.
“A beer,” he said.
He didn’t drink a lot, and he certainly didn’t do anything wild and crazy. No, that was all in the past. Unless he counted having sex with his ex-girlfriend’s little sister and taking her virginity. Then he was still acting like a wild case.
Pete gave him a beer, and took off to deal with other customers.
“You know, you don’t have to sit with me. I’m pretty sure you can find a lot of willing women around,” Freya said. “It is Friday night.”
He knew what he could find, but he was only interested in one woman.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you clearly don’t want to be with me, and there are plenty of women around.”
He frowned and shook his head. “Why were you a virgin?” he asked, and then he saw the blush stain her cheeks.
She rolled her eyes. “No reason.”
“Come on, I know there have been plenty of guys who’ve asked you out. You’ve dated, and yet, you haven’t been with any of them.”
“Did you sleep with every single woman you go on a date with?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” she said.
He hated how that sounded. “Look, I lost my V-card a long time ago, and trust me, I’ve never been with one myself, not until you.”