Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“A little,” I admitted softly. “Your life is so glamorous, and I’m just a normal girl who spends her days surrounded by flowers.”
A couple in their mid-twenties with VIP badges hanging around their necks tapped Griffith on his shoulder to ask for a picture. They interrupted my story about I was in charge of the flower shop at The Lennox’s on-site wedding chapel. After I snapped it for them and handed the phone back, Griffith tugged me over to a darkened corner of the room where it would be harder to spot us. He positioned me with my back against the wall and caged me in with his arms on either side of my body. “Now that we have a little privacy, I wanted to talk about us more.”
“Us?” I beamed a smile up at him because of how much I liked the sound of that.
“Fuck yeah.” He grinned back at me and pointed between our bodies. “I hope you don’t have a problem with that because you and I are definitely going to be an us.”
“Look at you tossing around words that make us sound like a couple when we only met like five minutes ago.” If it’d been any other man besides Griffith, I’d probably have already run away screaming for my brother to kick his butt. But Griffith was the guy I’d drooled over ever since the first poster of him went up before he started his gig at The Lennox. I was finally right where I wanted to be, so I brushed off my non-existent flirting skills and tilted my head to the side. “Do rock stars always move this fast?”
A lock of his hair fell against his forehead when he leaned closer. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never acted like this with anyone before.”
“Never?” Griffith was a super-hot rock god. I found it difficult to believe that he hadn’t moved fast with women when they threw themselves at him on a daily basis. Or at least that’s what I’d heard when I did some low-grade stalking of him online to feed my new obsession.
He eased back a little and offered me an apologetic smile. “I did a lot of stupid shit when I was first starting out, but I was young and dumb back then. I learned my lesson early on, and I’m a fuck of a lot more careful nowadays.”
Considering my lack of experience with men, his response wasn’t super comforting. My tone was much less enthusiastic when I said, “Okay.”
“Fuck, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” he groaned. “What I meant was it’s been a long damn time since I’ve been interested in a woman. I got tired of the shit people expect with a rock star and decided to focus on what’s important—the music. It’s part of what helped to catapult Rising Phoenix to where we are today. But as thankful for that as I am, it’s not what I was thinking about when I saw you standing there in the audience.”
I liked that response a whole lot more. “What were you thinking about, then?”
“That I was happy I hadn’t wasted my time with other women because I’d finally found the only other thing besides music that matters to me.” His lips brushed over mine as he whispered the last word against them. “You.”
Chapter 3
Griffith
I lifted my head and licked my lips, tasting a sweetness that I instinctively knew was natural to Belle. My eyes were locked with hers, and I smiled as I tucked some wayward strands of her dark hair behind one ear. It was hard to remember where we were with her curvy body so close to mine. My hands were itching to discover every peak and valley.
Her head was tipped backwards so she could look up at me. She only came to my chin and despite her mouthwatering curves, she looked small and delicate to me. I had a brief moment of worry that I might not be able to get my large girth inside her. The thought was fleeting because I knew in my soul that this woman was made for me, which meant we would fit together perfectly.
I was devising a plan to get the fuck out of there and take her to bed when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I almost growled in frustration as I whipped around. But it was another group of fans who’d paid to spend time with the band, so I plastered on my smile and greeted them jovially. When I sensed movement in the corner of my eye, I glanced over to see Belle moving away. My hand darted out to take hold of hers, and I dragged her back to stand by my side. Then I returned my attention to the fans, though I made sure to include Belle in the conversation.