Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Then he stripped off my top with lightning speed. If I weren’t burning from the hot chocolate, I would have come on the spot. He acted fast and probably kept me from the burn deepening and needing medical attention. Although seeing John’s eyes widen and then narrow to anger, mortification swept over me.
Now as I make my way to my bedroom on the second floor, I do a slight turn around to steal a glance at the kitchen door from the top of the stairs, and there he is, just watching. “I just wanted to thank you for dinner again,” he calls up.
“My pleasure, Tobias,” I say, turning my head quickly forward. I walk the rest of the way upstairs, refusing to look at him again so he can’t see the flush of pink in my cheeks.
Louisa said that the room downstairs was normally for the housekeeper but had been cleaned out and never replaced so I could take one upstairs, leaving me much closer to Tobias’s bedroom. I didn’t think my heart could beat faster, but I guess I’m wrong. I take a deep breath the second I close the door to my temporary bedroom. I lean against the wooden surface, letting the past two hours wash over me. The next three months are going to be difficult, especially if he has a girlfriend. Will I be able to hear them going at it? Oh God, that would be awful.
I open the door to a small closet which I’ve made my own in the past two days. I added nothing special to the room except I put up a picture of my mom and I before she died on the nightstand.
I miss her so much. No one should lose their mom so young. She wouldn’t have let my dad become the crazy son of a bitch he’s turned into. She would have kept him on the right path.
I take a seat on the bed and pick up the picture, cradling it in my hands while my elbows rest on my thighs. “If only you were still here. I’d take you over the money any day.” I set it down on the nightstand next to me and then get ready for bed. Thankfully, there’s an alarm clock because I can’t imagine waking myself up at that hour. I’m usually an early bird, but not that early.
I still haven’t turned on the burner phone since I bought it because I’m freaking paranoid, so I set the alarm for six thirty and then head into the bathroom to get ready to hit the hay. I slip on my warmer Purdue pajama pants and Purdue tee and go to bed. It’s cozy in the house, but it’s still winter outside and the wind howls through the open field.
I look at the clock and it’s only eight, which is way too early to sleep, so I make my way downstairs, passing his room where I hear the shower running. My feet stop on their own accord to listen a little. It’s sick, so I remind myself that I’m not that kind of girl and move along.
I grab a glass of water to take upstairs. Shit. I should have stayed in my room. I’m halfway up the staircase when I hear his bedroom door open. Tobias runs across the hallway to the linen closet stark naked and snatches a towel, running back only to see me less than ten feet away from him.
We’re staring at each other and my mouth is wide open, eyes raking over his amazing body. His thick cock is clearly hard as hell as he tries to hide it with his hand and a part of the towel. He’s blushing with embarrassment, while I’m cataloging his features. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t restock the towels in my bathroom.” He dashes back into the bedroom and closes the door. This has got to be one hell of a first impression. I know I’m for sure impressed.
I press the cold glass to my head and then take the steps and start toward my room. I’m a few feet away when I slip on the now wet floor. “Son of a bitch,” I shout as I come crashing down, banging my tailbone. The glass of water doesn’t fall completely but the contents are now putting me in for the best wet T-shirt contest winner. I attempt to stand, but I think I bruised my wrist and pain shoots through my hand.
His door opens and he’s coming near me. “We seriously have to stop meeting like this,” I tease, looking up at his concerned eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“It seems I keep wearing liquid. At least this one is cold.” Shit. I drew attention to my chest with that. You can’t miss my hard nipples through my tee. His eyes widen and then he takes the glass and sets it down on the small table in the hallway. Suddenly, he has me in his strong arms. He carries me into his bedroom and sits me on his bed.