Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Yes, I need to be there mid-afternoon.” My plan was to stop at Dasher’s in the morning and make sure everything is on track and then head over to Rich Victormore’s to get things ready for the party. “I’ll be fine. They said it might shift and not even hit us.”
“Why risk it? I’m closer, and this car isn't made for heavy snowfall.”
“I don’t think—”
“You will,” he orders. “I have a dozen empty bedrooms.”
I have a feeling this is a fight I’m not going to win. I also think he might be right about the whole snow thing. It would suck to get stuck home tomorrow because of my car.
“Okay,” I agree, and I see Dasher smile out of the corner of my eye.
I’ve never in all my life met a more confusing man. I never know what mood he’s going to be in. The more I think about it, when I see him with other people he is cut and dried. That’s how he was with both the nurse and the doctor that knew him and how he was with me before I met him in person.
Then there is this other Dasher, the one that is relaxed and happy like when he’s with his family. Somehow I’m getting some of that, but I still get the other side, too, with his short answers and demands.
“You should have invited the doctor to your party.” I shouldn't want to know what’s up with them, but I do.
As I drive toward my place, I realize he’s going to see my small studio. I try and remember what my place looked like this morning before I left because I can be somewhat of a mess this time of year.
“She’s a crazy bitch.” I gasp at Dasher’s statement. “It’s the truth, and it’s why I didn't introduce you. She hasn't talked to Jillian in years because Jillian cut her out of her life. She was only my sister’s friend to try and get close to me.”
“You’re like a woman magnet.”
He grunts, and it doesn’t sound like he likes the description. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Dasher might not ever be mine, but I’m happy he isn't anyone else's at the moment. I need to get through the next forty-eight hours without falling even further for him. Then I need to get the hell away from Dasher Sleigh.
I know without a doubt seeing him with someone else would crush me.
Chapter 8
Dasher
Her apartment is small and a little messy but not unclean. She blushed furiously the whole time as she ran around and grabbed things to shove in her bag. At first I offered to help, but then decided to stand back and watch her. I catalogued as much as I could in the short time we were there, but the weather was already beginning to change.
As we drive back to the estate, the snow gets heavier until it’s almost impossible to see. I don’t like that she’s driving, but she insisted when we got to the car. I try not to talk much because I don’t want to distract her, and I can see how tense her body is as she steers in the weather.
Once we’re back at the estate, I open the back door and grab her bag along with the other one containing the sweater I made love to earlier. I’ll have that cleaned before she can notice something on it.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asks when we walk through the downpour of snow and into the house.
“Yes, I’m entirely sure,” I reassure her as the staff comes to greet us at the door.
I pass along the bags to the butler and give instructions on which room she should sleep in and what bag needs to be laundered. He raises an eyebrow at me and looks over to Eve, who is being helped out of her snowy jacket and doesn’t hear the exchange. I nod, and he walks in the direction of the stairs.
“Hot cocoa?” I ask, and Eve brightens.
“That would be great. I know it’s late, I can make it myself.”
“No, I’ll have some sent up,” I say, and she nods. “You need sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She blushes and nudges me with her elbow. “I’ve got a grouchy boss that’s going to be on my butt tomorrow.”
My eyes slowly move from her mouth down her body as I think about being on her ass. I think about having my face buried against it and holding it tight as I sink my cock into her.
“That sounds awful,” I tease and feel a smile tug at my lips. She somehow manages to arouse me and make me happy at the same time. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”
I move close to her so that I can catch the scent of her vanilla cookies, and my cock hardens. I have to place my hand on her back and lead her in front of me to hide it. It’s dark throughout the house, and as we go to the wing that I live in, most of the lights are off.