Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“If that’s what it takes to get you to come to dinner with me tonight…damn straight, I do.” He flashed me a sexy grin. “Did it work?”
“If you really meant it when you said you’re down for pizza, yeah.” Before he could tug me toward his motorcycle, I added, “But I need to go inside and grab my purse, and I’m going to drive myself since my car is here.”
“Deal.”
5
ROM
I was dying to have Layla on the back of my bike, but I didn’t know if she’d ever ridden one before, so it seemed like a better idea to let her drive to dinner.
The school was tight on security, so I couldn’t walk her to class to retrieve her things, but I waited at the door for her. Partly so I could walk her to her car, and the other part was making sure she didn’t change her mind and run off on me.
When she emerged back into the sunlight, she smiled sweetly, and I kept pace with her until she stopped at the driver’s door to her MINI Cooper.
She looked up at me, squinting from the brightness, and licked her lips, forcing me to hold back a groan. “It’s a little early for dinner. Do you want to meet up later at a restaurant?”
I shook my head and plucked her keys from her hand to open her door for her. “The more time I get to spend with you, the better,” I told her. Then with a wink, I added, “Besides, I’m not going to give you any time to change your mind.”
Layla giggled, and the musical sound made me smile. She really was incredible. Although, it seemed like I might need to do a little work to convince her to agree with me. I didn’t like how that other teacher had implied that Layla wasn’t good enough for me. If I were the type of guy to hit a woman, I’d have knocked her on her ass. Layla was fucking gorgeous, even in casual clothes and—I grinned at her footwear—adorable, unique sneakers.
“How about I let you pick the place?” I offered. I wasn’t familiar with the area, so anywhere I chose would have been a shot in the dark. I didn’t want to start off our first date with shitty food.
Layla smiled brightly. “Okay. There’s a little place two blocks from here that has amazing pizza and calzones. It’s the yummiest thing you’ll ever eat.”
I doubt it. I pressed my lips together so that I wouldn’t blurt out the thought. I was willing to bet my hog that her pussy would be the most delicious thing I’d ever eat. But I was trying to take things slow and give her time to get used to me instead of tossing her over my shoulder like a Neanderthal and carrying her off to my cave.
“I’ll follow you.”
I helped her into her seat and crouched down to pull the belt across so that my hand lightly brushed against one of her big tits. She sucked in a breath and shivered. I held back a smirk, satisfied that I affected her so strongly. It was only fair since anytime she had come to my mind over the past week, I’d been walking crooked until I could find a distraction.
She led me to a little hole-in-the-wall joint, and I parked my bike in the space next to her little car. Then I climbed off and opened her door before she got to it. With another sweet smile, she put her soft hand in my much rougher one, and I helped her stand. After she locked the car, I threaded our fingers together, and we entered the restaurant side by side.
The hostess was a young girl—probably in high school—scrolling through her phone with a bored expression as she blew a bubble of pink gum before popping it.
“Two,” I said. My voice startled her, and she jumped, nearly dropping her phone.
“Um, sure,” she muttered as she shoved the cell in her pocket and grabbed two menus. “Follow…um…” She finally looked at us, and when her gaze landed on me, she licked her lips before saying, “Hi,” in a breathless tone that sounded like a little kid whining rather than the seductive voice I was pretty sure she’d been going for.
Her eyes swept over my body, and I mentally sighed. I curled my arm around Layla and tucked her into my side, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Layla had been a little stiff, but then she melted into me. I glanced down to see her glaring daggers at the girl and smirked.
“My woman and I are hungry, think you could show us to a table, little girl, or do you want to ogle her man some more and risk her wrath?”
Layla straightened her spine and scowled even deeper. Good girl.