Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
When I told July she won and that I would take Binx, I thought I might have been making a huge mistake. I had no idea how quickly I would fall in love with the little ball of fluff. Even with him constantly chewing things he shouldn’t, ripping things up with his claws, and getting into stuff, I wouldn’t want to give him up.
“Unpacking?” Maxim comes into the room, obviously finished with the phone call, his gaze moving from the suitcase on the bed to the one with all my toiletries on the floor next to his dresser.
“I just want to hang my stuff that I don’t want all wrinkled.” I tip my head to the side when he wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses the skin below my ear.
“I told you that you don’t need clothes at my house.” He nips my neck, making me smile, then he lets me go and walks around the side of the bed, laying crossways on it. Binx, seeing his second favorite person is now here, moves from my suitcase to lie on his chest and begins to purr loudly.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” I ask, working a hanger through the neck of my shirt while he pets the top of Binx’s head.
“I gotta go to the club for a few hours,” he says, and my stomach drops. I knew he had to work, but I guess I didn’t think he would have to work as soon as we got here. And even though I don’t consider myself an insecure person, the idea of him being around a bunch of naked women—some of who he might have slept with—doesn’t exactly make me feel good.
Back home, I could kind of forget that’s where he was spending his time when he was away. But here, I don’t think it will be that easy to do, especially being left alone with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me occupied.
“Do you want to come hang out with me there? We can order in food or wait until we get home to eat dinner—it just might be late.”
Stunned by his offer, my mouth opens but no words come out.
“You good with that?”
“You would be okay with me going with you?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” His brows drag together as he focuses completely on me.
“Because you’re going to be working.”
“Yeah, and I can still work if you are there with me.”
“Okay,” I say quietly, and his eyes roam my face.
“I’ve never slept with any of the women who work for me.” He carefully sets Binx aside and gets off the bed.
“I never said you did,” I point out as he walks toward me.
“You didn’t have to say it. I saw it in your eyes that that’s what you were thinking when I told you I had to go to the club.”
“I wasn’t,” I lie, and he reaches out, grasping my chin between his thumb and index finger.
“You told me that you want to trust me.” His hand slides back, his fingers spearing through the hair at the side of my head, and my heart starts to go wild inside my chest. “In order for that to happen, you need to trust me with your concerns and to always be honest with you.” His gaze holds mine hostage. “If you have a question, ask it. If you’re worried, let me know and—” He dips his face close to mine. “—trust that I would never put you in a situation where you might be uncomfortable. And I sure as fuck would never put you in a position where you had to be around someone I’ve been with.”
Staring into his eyes, I’m not sure what to say or how to react to his words, but there is no denying the feeling of warmth that has filled my chest. It might be stupid of me to trust him, because he’s not been the most forthcoming with some potentially important information or the most talkative man on the planet. But I do believe him when he says he would never put me in a situation where I might be uncomfortable or around someone he’s been with. And as much as I don’t like comparing people, it’s so hard to remember that he’s nothing like the men I’ve dated in the past.
“April.” His hand in my hair tightens, and I come out of my thoughts and focus on his handsome face.
Since day one, there has been no games, no drama, and no trying to figure out what he’s thinking or where we stand. He’s given me every indication that he wants to be with me and that this is serious—without a whole bunch of words that are just words at the end of the day.
“Thank you.” I rest my hand against his chest, and his chin jerks back.