Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Really?” I walk toward her. She smiles. If she was stunning before, she’s now glowing.
“I see that makes you happy.” I lift her chin with my hand.
“Very.”
“Go get ready.” Lowering my head, I demand her lips. She flashes me another smile, then spins and walks to retrieve her backpack.
What the fuck am I doing? I can feel myself smiling as I watch her put on her bra. The way she moves, it’s graceful, the simplest flick of her wrist as she moves her hair off her shoulder seems to be interesting to me. I force myself to proceed as I stare out my window because come the fuck on.
“How long were you and Skylar together?” she calls out.
“Not long.” I frown, watching the waves roll in and out.
“How long is not long?” She walks out of the bathroom, and her scent of coconut and the sun makes my nostrils flare as I turn.
“It means not long enough to talk about it.” I growl as she pulls her wet hair back away from her face.
“Six months? Two weeks? What?” she demands right back, and my mouth twitches.
“Alex, I really don’t know, maybe a month. She and I were incompatible, and I broke it off before leaving to go to Spain for Jett’s wedding.”
“Then why did you come home with her that night?” Her eyes not even trying to hide her hurt as she stares up at mine.
“What?” I snap, getting aggravated because, yet again, I’m defending myself over a woman who was like fucking a couch. I move past her.
“You came home with her; you remember I spilled coffee on you in the morning.” She follows, and I turn.
“Alex, I’m going to say this once. Skylar means nothing to me. She’s a colleague, and that’s it. I try not to regret things because it’s a waste of my time, but as for my feelings, or lack thereof, for your sister, you have nothing to worry about.” I’m not used to having to explain myself.
Her eyes search my face as we both stare at each other.
“Okay.” She walks past me, reaching down to get her shoes, then sits on the end of the couch as I grab my key fob.
“We’re already late, and we need to get you clothes. Let’s go.” Pocketing my phone, I wait for her to finish.
“Brett, I don’t know.” She hesitates as I hold out my hand for her to take. “I can barely walk. You have to buy me clothes… Maybe you should just drop me off at my car?”
“You’re going,” I state, grabbing her hand.
It’s that simple. I’m not ready for this to end.
ALEXANDREA
Trying hard not to freak out, I take in the gorgeous, large green Tudor. Just breathe, Alex. So you’re going to meet his family. I’m sure it’s nowhere near as big of a deal as you’re making it.
Brett zips up the brick driveway, parking us next to a black Tesla and a white Mercedes Macabre. The green manicured lawn is perfect, along with colorful, strategically placed flowers.
“What should I say if they ask questions about me?” I say, distracted by the wealth that oozes from the property. We haven’t even gotten out of his car yet.
“Just be yourself.” He smiles and turns the car off, his cute dimple making me want to poke it. I don’t. I just rub my hands, which have suddenly become clammy on my new pale pink dress.
We stopped at a boutique down the street from his house. Brett picked out my dress. It’s a cotton racerback, so it clings to my body.
He also insisted on buying me black-heeled wedge sandals. If I wasn’t so nervous, I’d be impressed with how good I turned out, especially since all I had for makeup was some lip gloss and mascara I keep in my backpack. As for my hair, I just pinned it back in a low bun using a hair band from my wrist.
“So your parents are rich?” I look over at him as he grabs his phone.
“No, my parents are wealthy. My brother is rich. I’m the poor one.” He winks, and my stomach flutters.
If I thought he was gorgeous before, a charming, relaxed Brett Powers is lethal.
“You scared?” The low timbre of his voice makes me instantly wet.
“Yes,” I shout, and he laughs, reaching over to give me a quick kiss.
“Too late.” He opens his door. “Hey, Mom,” he calls out to the woman waiting for us on her large porch. And I want to die, which is absurd. We’re adults, but he’s off limits. Suddenly, I feel sick. What am I going to say if they ask me how we met?
“Alexandrea.” His deep voice makes me look up as he waits for me. Screw it, my parents are not rich, but they have money. I know how to behave; I’ve been entertaining with my mom for years. I step out and square my shoulders, ignoring Brett because he’s not even trying to be discreet as he blatantly stares at my breasts, which of course hardens my nipples.