Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Dominic places the ring on my finger and pulls me up for a quick kiss. Then he leads me outside.
“Wait a minute!” My grandmother calls from behind. “Get back here, young lady.”
I let out a breath and turn around. “Yes, Grandma?”
“You and I have a lot to talk about this weekend, so don’t go too far.” She steps closer and sighs. “I would’ve never let you go if I knew what really happened, hun. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I look at Dominic. “It wasn’t that bad of an experience.”
She hugs me close and then she hugs Dominic.
“I have a lot to discuss with you, too, Mr. Reiss,” she says. “Same rules of not going too far apply.”
“Understood.”
I wait until she walks away before looking up at him again.
“Thank you, Dominic,” I say. “Thank you so fucking much.”
“For what?”
“Saving me from having to tell the complete truth about us in there.”
“That was the real truth, Georgia.”
“Even the part about you loving me?”
“That’s quite obvious.” He leans over and kisses me, saving me from wasting time on a conversation, kissing me until I can’t breathe.
TWENTY-TWO
COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
DOMINIC
“What do you mean you’re staying for another week?” Paul yells at me via FaceTime. “Have you lost your mind?”
“I’m doing what you said,” I say. “Going above and beyond for the client.”
“Unless the client is Georgia Grey from last year, you need to tell the client her time is up and she’s full of shit. Her friends and family will just have to deal with whatever lie she concocted.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean unless she’s Georgia Grey?”
“We can discuss that when you’re on your way back to Utah,” he says. “Do I have to fly to Colorado personally and drag you back?”
“I want to hear why you think Georgia is the exception to me leaving.”
“Jesus Christ.” He rolls his eyes and tosses back a drink. “Let’s count the many ways, shall we? Actually, let’s just keep it simple with the obvious: you should’ve fired her after her first day, and then you should’ve asked her on a damn date.”
“I had my reasons.”
“Being attracted to her while being unable to seriously date anyone else aren’t good reasons.” He shakes his head. “Spare me the bullshit about her being a bad employee with the potential to turn it around.”
“She was.”
“Yeah okay,” he says. “And if she was so terrible, you would’ve been happy when she was gone. You moped for months like a fucking puppy.”
“I did not.”
“You haven’t dated anyone since she left.”
“Goodbye, Paul.”
“If it’s not Georgia, and the woman hasn’t sent me an additional seven thousand dollars by the end of the day, I’m reporting her to the app.”
I hang up in his face and send him a text.
It is Georgia…Talk when we get back.
Paul
In that case, don’t come back. Ever.
Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, the bathroom door creaks open. Georgia steps out, her cheeks flushed red.
“You moped when I was gone?” she asked. “Is that what your friend just said on the phone?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say. “You’re hearing things.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” I smile and pull her closer to me. “I wasn’t even on the phone.”
“Why didn’t you ask me out?”
“Because you would’ve said no.” I tilt her chin up with my fingertips. “And you were taken.”
“I would’ve said yes,” she says. “As long as you offered me a raise.”
“Of course.” I laugh, kissing her lips. “What time do you have to start your final holiday shift?”
“I’m still off. Why?”
“Because last time I checked, you still owe me a few dates.” I look into her eyes. “We have a standing reservation at the ski slope, and then I want to see if we can break yesterday’s orgasm record.”
“Do we have to do those things in order?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“I’d like to break the orgasm record first.”
“Good decision.” I push her onto the bed.
TWENTY-THREE
COLORADO SPRINGS, COLORADO
GEORGIA
I don’t want you to leave…
Those six words are trapped under my tongue the morning that Dominic is due to return to Utah. They nearly tumble out when he gives me one last orgasm in the shower, but all I can do is scream his name against the glass.
He kisses me while we dress, and he insists that we make sure we’re no longer needed in the kitchen before we leave.
“I would never ask you to help on your last day.” Grandma Hattie walks over to hug him the moment we enter the room. “But I will ask you to come back next season, if you’re available.”
“I’m sure I’ll be back before then.”
“I would hope so.” She smiles. “Maybe I’ll get to witness two weddings here.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “I’m riding with him to the airport. I’ll be back.”
“Don’t rush to come back,” she says. “Take advantage of your off days.”