Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I think you handled that right,” Corey says from behind me, “but I think you just upped the stakes there.”
“Yeah, I have no doubt about it,” I tell him and then sit and undress. I take a quick shower and then take off to the hotel room, grabbing my stuff and leaving. By the time I get back to Zara’s, it’s almost two. She is there waiting for me wearing jeans and a sweater.
“I made you something to eat,” she says once I let go of her lips. “Then you can go nap.”
“Are you going to come with me?” I ask her, following her into the kitchen. “Eat,” she says as she serves me eggs, bacon, and toast. When I’m finally finished, I push the plate away from me, walk over to her, and carry her to bed. I want to undress her and do all kinds of naughty things, but I need to honestly save my energy for the game tonight. I don’t bother telling her about her brother and Max. Instead, I fall asleep with a smile on my face and her in my arms.
“What time are we leaving?” she asks me from her bathroom. “I need five more minutes.”
I got up and showered with her, which took twenty minutes longer than I thought since there were hands and fingers and lots of tongue. She rushes out of the bathroom, and I just stare at her. Her hair that was wet twenty minutes ago is now dried all wavy and sexy. She is wearing a white little thong that I’m going to be adding to the destroyed pile and her lace half bra. She goes into the closet and then comes back out wearing blue jeans that are so tight she can’t bend over and a white tank top. The lace bra can be seen through the tank top. “That isn’t going to happen,” I tell her, shrugging on my jacket. “Go change that top.”
“What do you mean?” she says, looking down at her top.
“I mean you aren’t walking out of this house wearing that top so”—I go to her and kiss her nose—“change it.”
She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest. “Or else?” She asks me the question I’m only to happy to answer.
“Or else it gets put in the destroyed pile.” I smile at her. “The car is going to be here in five minutes.”
“You can’t honestly think you can tell me that, and I’m going to listen.” She glares at me, and I go to her, smiling the whole time.
“It would give me great joy to rip the shit out of the top.” She huffs and turns around, going back in her closet.
“FYI,” she says, “I was going to wear your jersey over that.” She comes out now with a white button-up shirt with no sleeves and tight at the waist but then kicking out. “It’s only ’cause I don’t want you to be late that I’m changing. Otherwise, no …” she says, huffing and grabbing her pink jacket and then the jersey I can’t wait for her to wear. Seeing my name on her, God, it does crazy things to me.
“Sweet Zara,” I say softly, and her eyes go soft.
“No, Evan Richards, you do not tell me to change and then be sweet with me,” she tells me. “Now let’s go or else you are going to be late, and I’m not going to have it blamed on me.” She turns to walk out of the room, but I grab her hand and pull her back.
“Lips,” I tell, and she rolls her eyes at me but not before giving me her lips. We walk out of the house, and she puts on her jacket, and we hold hands on the way to the game.
Once we arrive at the underground parking garage, I get out of the car and hold out my hand for hers. “How do you want to do this?” I ask her, not sure how to proceed and not wanting to make her do something she doesn’t want.
She holds out her hand to me, and I take it. “I want to walk in there with you,” she says, smiling. “Even though you are the most annoying man in the world, I’m here with you.”
I grab her hand and slip my fingers with hers, bringing them to my lips. We walk into the building, and I’m shocked to see Matthew and Max walking in at the same time. The minute he spots us, he stops walking.
“Hello boys,” Zara says when we are close enough. “Are we late?”
“Oh for fuck sakes,” Matthew says, putting his hand to his mouth. “I don’t want to know why you’re late.”
“It’s not what you think, pervert,” Zara says, and then Max tries to hide his smile. “Mister here made me change my top before we got here.”