Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I warm all over.
“How the hell did you get in here?” Jake grumbles, falling back on his pillow as he tightens his hold on me.
“I have my ways.”
“You mean you charmed the housekeeper into letting you in.”
“That’s exactly what I mean.” Cam tickles my feet and I kick them away from him—planting my heel into Jake’s shin.
“For fuck’s sake…Cam go away so we can get up.”
“You mean so Penelope can get up without me seeing her naked.”
“That’s exactly what I mean.” Jake kicks his foot out but before it makes contact with Cam’s crotch, he moves and strides out of the room—whistling some tune like he’s the happiest person in the world.
He’s not.
I am.
I actually feel sorry for everyone who woke up this morning and wasn’t me.
Seriously. I feel sorry for you.
“Sorry, baby.” Jake’s lips on my naked shoulder have fireworks exploding in my chest. And groin area. I turn and snuggle into him. He buries his nose in my curls and inhales. “Your hair smells so good.”
“You should smell my breath.”
I feel his smile. “So no good morning kiss, I presume.”
“Not a chance in hell. At least not until I brush my teeth.”
He pats my ass. “Well go brush your teeth, gorgeous. I’ll have Cam order room service.”
I ease out of bed and pad to the bathroom. “What’s he doing here anyway?” I call over my shoulder.
“We have a nine a.m. conference call with an overseas distributor.”
“Couldn’t he do that from Chicago?”
“He could. But Cam never does anything the easy way.”
I pause my brushing when he walks into the bathroom. He strokes his morning wood and winks at me. Then he graces me with a view of his toned ass as he walks to the toilet.
He’s peeing.
I’m brushing my teeth.
It should be weird, right?
It isn’t.
“Is he your assistant?”
Jake snorts. “Ask him.”
I make a mental note to do that then rinse my mouth. Wash my face. Wrap myself in the hotel’s complimentary bathrobe that I think I’m going to steal.
When I turn, Jake is there. Framing my face with his hands. Kissing my head. My lips. He pulls away and I’m thankful he didn’t try to stick his tongue down my throat. Because he hasn’t brushed yet. And I have a weak stomach in the morning.
“Everyone decent?” Cam doesn’t wait for an answer as he pushes his way into the bathroom. He’s not bothered by Jake’s nakedness, but he does look a little disappointed that I’m fully covered.
“I ordered breakfast. A little bit of everything. Wasn’t sure what you liked.”
“Thanks. Are you Jake’s assistant?”
He throws Jake a look that suggests he’d kill him if there weren’t any witnesses. Jake only laughs. Neither answer the question. It’s completely forgotten as Cam announces the time and Jake curses beneath his breath and throws a towel around his waist.
With a final kiss—this one a little deeper because now Jake is minty fresh—I leave them to their call and go in search of breakfast. I follow the scent of bacon until I come to a dining room with a table big enough to seat eight. And every inch of it is covered in food.
I wonder how it got here so fast. But the thought is fleeting as I uncover steaming plates of pancakes. Bacon. Eggs. French toast. Sausage. Ham. I don’t make it further than that. I don’t bother with a plate either. I just eat straight from the platters.
As I eat, I plan how I’m going to tell Jake I love him. By the time I’m full, I decide I’m just going to blurt it out and see what happens. In my head, it goes down like this.
I tell Jake I love him.
He says it back.
We kiss.
He drops to one knee.
Gives me the ring he bought right after he first met me and knew that he couldn’t live without me.
We skip a big wedding.
Drive to the courthouse.
Get married.
And become the envy of every human on the planet.
Perfect, right?
I’m anxious. And I have a reception to plan. So I make my way back upstairs and pray that the conference call is over.
Jake’s voice can be heard the moment I reach the second floor landing. The sound of it—deep and rich with an undercurrent of authority—makes my heart pound faster. Steps feel lighter. Breath heavier.
The call ends just as I make it to the partially closed door. But when Cam says my name, I stop. I eavesdrop, like I know I shouldn’t. But just like anyone in my situation would.
“And what about Penelope?”
Through the crack in the door, I see Jake’s shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. “What about her?”
“You going to take her with you? To Africa?”
Jake snorts. “Penelope? In Africa? Fuck no. Can you imagine the destruction she could do to a place like that?”
Um. I could do Africa. I like lions and shit.