Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
His shoulders are flexing under the rippling water as he keeps himself in one spot.
I try to muster the courage to tell him no. Ask him if my staying would be weird, but I chicken out.
It’s not something a girl like me should be asking her best friend’s insanely hot dad.
But I’ll never know the answer either.
Abby reappears, loudly announcing that it was a false alarm. “Just my agent,” she sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes.
“But he did say they’ve narrowed it down to the final five. So I’m still in with a chance!” she squeals, looking to me and then her dad to share her enthusiasm.
But it’s clear that both of our minds are a little preoccupied with other things.
I know what I’m thinking. And I can’t help wondering if Kane’s thinking the same.
Maybe even just a teensy bit? I mean, he is a guy, and guys like girls. Right?
But you’re not exactly in his league, Jen. You’re only about a million lightyears off, but nice try.
Abby’s too wound up with her own thing to really notice, and after reminding her dad it’s girls only, she gives me strict instructions to keep an ear out if her cell rings again.
She sets it down next to me, plunging back into the sparkling clear oasis of a pool that must be the size of our whole house.
Suddenly seeming to forget how eager she was to get me in the water after all.
Or is that just because her dad’s schmoozed his way in?
Either way, I’m glad.
As much anxiety as it’s giving me, I could literally watch the man all day, whether he’s in or out of the water.
As long as he’s around and I feel like this.
Something I know I’ve never felt before, and it’s such a good feeling I think I’m already hooked.
“Dad…,” Abby says when she resurfaces, giving Kane a knowing look.
“I know…. Girl’s only,” he rasps, keeping his eyes on mine as he swims over to the steps facing me.
Abby can’t see from where she is, but I can.
I can see the perfect outline of Kane’s semi-aroused dick as his short cling to it when he takes slow and measured steps out of the huge pool. Making sure I get a slow and very private view as I feel my heart shifting up into my throat, making me swallow.
Hard.
Abby duck dives under the water again, claiming silent victory, but Kane uses the moment to lean over me as he passes to go inside, not even bothering with a towel.
“If Abby does go to New York, you’re more than welcome to stay,” he tells me.
Shocking me but driving me insanely hot as I fight the urge just to reach out and touch him.
Fighting the urge to touch myself once his words feel like the strong fingers that have pulled the pin out of the grenade of feelings between us that I thought only existed in my imagination.
The warm drops of pool water feel like they’re sizzling on my skin once I hear him go inside, leaving me stunned.
Speechless.
And suddenly in need of some cooling off after all.
If the man would want me to stay, then he can’t think I’m so horrible.
That’s what I tell myself as I beam a coy smile, letting myself into the water slowly.
I feel like the water is the man, slowly covering all of me.
Finding his way to all those places, I know I need him.
“Jen! Phone?” Abby scolds me, surfacing nearby and clicking her tongue, making her look like an angry dolphin.
I grimace a smile, forgetting all about her call or her phone. Now I have a fresh lead in the case of the hot best friend’s dad, who might be interested in me after all that’s flooded my mind.
“Sorry…,” I murmur, but she’s already making her way out of the pool, snatching her phone up and giving me an icy look.
I feel hurt by her childish behavior and am more than just slightly annoyed by her attitude.
“If the whole weekend’s gonna be about you, Abby. Maybe you should spend it by yourself,” I tell her hotly.
But I should know better than to pick a fight with Abs. She can give it way better than she can take it.
“Maybe I will,” she retorts.
And without another word between us, she wraps herself in a towel and heads inside, slamming the big glass door as she goes.
I’ve only ever been really mad at Abby once before.
And now I’m seeing the pattern.
Anytime it’s something to do with her dad, there’s always friction between us.
I hope you do get that call, Abby. And soon.
The thought of taking Kane up on his offer to stay the weekend alone with just him?
I’ve never wanted Abby to get her big break so badly, and I don’t even care if it’s only so Kane and I can be alone again.