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)
Take that.
Nathan turns the page of his book, and I glance over at him as he sits on the lounge chair. He’s in his navy-blue, silk boxer shorts, and he has been reading for hours. “Are you not talking to me?” I ask.
“I’m talking to you.” He says as his eyes stay glued to his book.
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know. Come over here and kiss me, perhaps?”
He turns the page again. “I’m not in the mood for kissing.”
I roll my eyes, there’s no way he read that page that quick, he’s sitting there sulking, that’s what he’s doing. “Okay, suit yourself.” I get up and walk into the bedroom to clean my teeth.
“What are you doing?” he calls.
“Going to bed.”
“You don’t say goodnight now?”
“I’m not in the mood to say goodnight!” I call, I smile to myself. If he wants childish, I’ll give him childish.
“Very funny.”
“I thought so.”
I brush my teeth, braid my hair, and I climb into bed. I’m not grovelling to him when he’s being an unreasonable dick. No way in hell.
I lie in bed for a while and eventually I hear the television turn off. He fusses around for a bit and brushes his teeth, and then he gets into bed. He turns his side lamp on.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“I’m reading.”
“Why did you bother coming to bed if you want to read? Why didn’t you just stay out there and read?” I huff with my back to him.
“Because I wanted to be close to you, but of course, you are completely wrecking it, so stop talking.”
I smile against my pillow. “What does it feel like to be the world’s biggest baby?”
“I’m not a baby.” He snaps.
I roll over and look up at him. “I beg to differ.”
“I just know what these medical conferences are like, Eliza. They’re a free-for-all fuck fest.”
“Nathan, it’s me,” I say softly. “I don’t care who Henry sleeps with on his conference but it won’t be me because I’m in love with you.”
His eyes hold mine.
I rub my hand up his thigh. “You know I’m not like that. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my entire life.”
He exhales heavily. “I just….” His voice trails off.
“You just what?”
“I just know how beautiful you are.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Any man would give his left nut to sleep with you.”
I smile softly.
“It’s true, Eliza.”
“Would you give your left nut to sleep with me?”
“Both nuts.” He turns the page of his book again. “I’m pretty sure you carry them around in your purse now, anyway.” He shakes his head. “I’m fucking doomed.”
I giggle and reach over to take his book off him and throw it onto the floor.
I sit up and pull my silk nightdress over my shoulders. Nathan’s eyes drop to my bare breasts. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, distracted.
I’m not playing fair. I win all the fights when I get my boobs out. He’s got no defense.
He’s besotted with them now.
“So, here’s the thing,” I whisper as I bend and kiss his lower stomach. I trail my tongue over his hipbone and see his cock twitch in his boxer shorts. “You have me, naked and at your disposal.”
He smirks as he watches me.
“Are we really going to spend the week fighting about stupid Henry Morgan?”
I slide his boxers down and kiss his penis. He flexes it in approval and it bounces up.
“Or are we going to spend the week having fun?” I take his tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it as my eyes hold his. “Spend the week having fun.”
His hand cups my face, and he tenderly dusts his thumb over my bottom lip. I turn my head and take his thumb in my mouth. I give it a slow, seductive suck. He watches on as his eyes darken. He sits up suddenly, takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard. Pleasure shoots through me in waves, and he flips me onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders, causing me to laugh out loud.
Yessss.
“I’ll take option two.” He growls.
* * *
It’s Wednesday at work, and I’m scrolling through my emails as I tidy up my junk folder. I notice that I have an email from the employment agency from when I was looking for my job. It’s a notification of a new role for a paediatric nurse—exactly what I love doing.
I read through the job description and feel a little sad, to be honest. I don’t know if I’m really cut out to work in plastics. I mean it’s a nice job here that I’ve got, but it’s an office job. I miss nursing. It just seems so superficial compared to the meaningful work that I’m used to. I miss that buzz of helping people and making a difference. If I’m going to work in an office, maybe I should just accept Nathan’s offer and go and work for him.