Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Well, you should just go over there.” “I’ll see.” I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing out loud. How didn’t I see her fishing for information before?
She hesitates, and I know she’s wondering how to ensure I call him. “He’d love to see you.”
“Yes, I’ll call him. I promise.”
“Great. Goodbye, dear.”
I hang up and giggle. His mother is in matchmaking heaven. I fall onto the sofa and scroll through my phone. What will I text him?
Hmm, what says friends with benefits without expectations? I scroll through as I think. I know.
An idea comes to me, and I get the giggles as I type in an emoji.
I wish I could see his face when he opens this. I text him.
?
I hit send and burst out laughing.
My phone pings almost immediately.
Tonight?
I smile like a school girl as I type in my reply.
Yes, please.
xoxo
I wait for his reply. I imagine him on his couch, pondering his reply.
What’s your address?
I jig on the couch and type in my address, and then another message bounces in.
About 8:30 p.m.?
I jump from the couch in excitement.
Sounds great.
xoxo
I glance at my watch. Oh shit, that’s only an hour away. I need to shower and wash my hair. I glance down at my legs. I need laser. This won’t do. I need to be irresistible and downright fucking hot.
I make my way to the bathroom and get my razor out. Hmm, it’s not in my makeup bag. I tear through the bathroom cabinet. None.
“Shit. Where are all my fucking razors?” I haven’t seen any since the move. Did I throw them all out?
Surely not?
I march into my bedroom and begin to look through my toiletries like a mad woman. You don’t send someone an eggplant and then turn up hairy.
I can’t believe I sent someone an eggplant. I giggle at the prospect. What the hell? I’ve hit a new low.
I keep looking for a razor on a mission. “Fuck it.”
I go back into the bathroom and tear the cupboard apart and then sit on the floor in a dilemma.
I have two options: run to the store two blocks away and grab a razor, or turn up looking like a gorilla.
“Store.” I grab my keys and run out the door in a rush.
An hour later, I pour myself a wine. The last hour has felt like running a marathon. I felt like I was in the Amazing Race or something. The closest store was out of razors, so I ran to the one six blocks away, got caught in the rain, my shoe got caught in a drain, and I fell over and bruised my knees. I ran all the way home and shaved my legs and all my bits, then I discovered that I’m out of hair conditioner after I’ve already washed it. So now I look like a fuzzy bear… but at least my body is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
Just how he likes it.
I sip my wine. He had better appreciate all of this preparation.
There’s knock on the door and I hunch my shoulders up in excitement.
He’s here.
I tighten the cord on my silk robe I’m naked underneath it, aiming to be a sex kitten. I open the door in a rush.
My face falls when I see a man standing there. “Delivery for Eliza Bennet.”
“Oh.” I frown. “It’s very late.”
The delivery man widens his eyes. “And urgent, apparently.”
It’s a big box, hmm. “Okay.”
“Please sign here.” He hands me over his screen. I sign it and go back inside.
I shut the door and look at the large, pink box.
“What in the world?” I slowly take the lid off and peer into the box. It’s a cane basket, filled with eggplants.
I burst out laughing. “Are you serious?” Oh my God, only him. There’s a small white envelope, too. I open the card and read it.
You ask,
I deliver.
x
I take an eggplant out, hold it in my hand, and I laugh.
Only Nathan.
Nathan
I smile against my wine glass as I imagine Eliza opening the box.
Well, it serves her right for being a smartass.
I glance at my watch, willing to bet any money that she turns up here. I know her better than she knows herself, and I know that she won’t not see me if she has made up her mind to do so.
I sip my red wine and roll it around my mouth when there’s a knock at the door.
I smile and stand up. Right on cue.
I open the door. “Yes?”
She’s standing in the foyer, wearing her cream, silk robe. She has an overnight bag with her. Her long, dark hair is down, and she smiles, revealing her beautiful dimples.
“Eliza!” I act surprised.
She rises onto her toes and kisses me quickly. “That wasn’t the kind of eggplant I had in mind, Nathan.”
“Oh, really?” I raise a brow and my eyes drop down her body as the crisp smell of soap teases my senses. “Did you catch a cab here wearing only that?”