Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
I step back and stare at him, my palm on his chest. “You’re so confident. What did you do?”
He fixes his tie and avoids my eyes. “Nothing.”
I prop both hands on my hips. He’s such an awful liar. “Jackson.”
Jackson looks up with a sheepish grin. “I may have told the tenants they’re getting fifty percent off their rents this month if they come on opening night.”
“Oh my God!” Jackson owns two three-story buildings in the city. They’re all occupied, and I count off the number of tenants. Twenty!
Flush creeps along his neck as he scratches his cheek. “I may have also told them that if they refuse, they can start looking for a new space.”
I clamp both hands on my mouth and burst out laughing. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t like my wife being disappointed.”
“How can they give me honest feedback? You bribed them.”
“No. What’s the difference between what I did and offering discounted prices on opening day?”
My shoulders shake as I continue to laugh, and Jackson takes me into his arms. I look up at him, his eyes shining with happiness and love. “You’re going to eat everything if no one shows up.”
Jackson grins from ear to ear. “That’s not really a punishment. I love your cooking, and when you say I’m going to eat everything, does that include your pussy?”
My skin burns as I smack his arm lightly. “The staff might hear you!”
“So? I make it no secret that your pussy is my favorite thing to eat.”
I clamp a hand on his mouth, but when he sucks my palm, my core automatically clenches. All these years haven’t dimmed our desire for each other. If anything, I only want him more. “Ugh. You’re impossible. You’re lucky I love you.”
“And I love you, baby girl. You and me forever. You are my home.”
“And you are mine.”
The glass door swings open, and a couple I have never seen enters. One of the servers rushes to them and leads them to a table.
At this, Jackson presses his mouth to my temple. “See? I told you someone will show up, and they’re not one of my tenants.”
With tears in my eyes, I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m a damned good chef.”
“You’re a damned good chef, and it won’t take long before the whole city knows it.”
In moments like this, I always think back to that night when Jackson showed up at the bar and rescued me. I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that was exactly what happened to us. It changed both of our lives in the best way.
Before him, I was just a girl with dreams. But after? I’m living every single one of them.
The End