Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
He looked back as Emily's chair scraped back. The food had arrived and she was excusing herself.
They ate in relative silence, both lost in their own thoughts.
"You're coming back with me today," Elliott's voice said, firm, final.
Hannah put her fork down. "I have my car here," she said as way of an excuse. She wasn't ready to head back into that snake den again.
"Well, then take your car, but you're coming back today."
Hannah felt her anger rising. "Oh, am I now?" she said pointedly, more accusation than question.
Elliott shrugged. "I need you back at work," he said casually and he noticed a darkness cross her eyes. Disappointment? "And I want you back in my bed," he finished and watched her struggle to find her words. He knew before it came out that he had her.
"Well, in that case," she said as she moved her empty plate to the edge of the table. "Alright. But I wont be leaving for a bit. I want to spend a little time with my parents and Em before I go. I haven't been back here in a while."
Elliott nodded. "Fine. But I need to get back. I had Sally cancel my appointments but I want to keep an eye on things regardless."
"Right," Hannah said, realizing that he had never spent much time away from the office. He probably didn't know what to do with himself when he had a day off.
Elliott paid and went up to his room to pack. Hannah told him she was going to hang back and talk to her mother. A decision she instantly regretted when her mother greeted her with, "Hey baby, did you two get any sleep last night?" she paused. A perfect innocent question until, "Or did that hunky example of manhood keep you up all night?"
The rest of their meeting went much the same. All the women took turns teasing her about her new male suitor and Hannah sat there, red and embarrassed. She mused that it was well overdue, that this kind of thing was supposed to be part of her teen years and her mother had never really gotten a chance. And while she had loved Sam, Moira in all her motherly wisdom, knew it wasn't the right fit for her daughter.
When Moira gestured toward the doorway, Hannah looked up and saw Elliott, his hands holding his and her bags. She kissed her mother and went toward the front desk where Elliott was checking out. She reached for her bag, but Elliott held onto it firmly. Rolling her eyes, she followed him out toward the street where she had parked her beat up car behind his shiny new one.
Elliott put his bags into his trunk and then placed hers in hers. He slammed the door closed and looked up at Elliott who promptly hauled her against him, his mouth coming down on hers desperately. Her arms went around his neck, her fingers clutching his hair. His tongue gently slipped into her mouth and she felt her legs give out. His arms pulled her tighter, up and off her feet, her breasts crushed against his hard chest.
He growled somewhere deep in his chest and set her on her feet, releasing her slowly. She felt herself struggle for breath and was pleased to find him doing the same.
"Now that was a kiss," a voice said, making Hannah whip around. She found an elderly lady with silver hair and a well wrinkled face. "Like he's going off to war," she said, nodding and continuing down the sidewalk.
Hannah felt an uncomfortable laugh escape her and Elliott's lips were turned up in amusement. "Alright," he said, suddenly sounding much like work-Elliott. "I have to get going."
"Right. Okay," she said, shifting feet. This felt a lot like goodbye. Or, at least, goodbye to the Elliott she was getting to know there. The Stars Landing Elliott. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."
Elliott's eyebrow raised and he pressed his body closer, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass. "I'll see you in my bed tonight," he clarified, releasing her and opening his car door. "Just let yourself in when you're back in town."
And that was his version of goodbye. He got into his car, turned it over, and pulled away.
Hannah shook her head as if to clear her head and turned back to the inn. And froze. "Oh, my God," she said under her breath.
There, hanging out of a second floor window, was her bra.
She struggled with embarrassment and anger before finally settling on amusement. It wasn't something she could ever have guessed he would do. He was probably driving down the road laughing, knowing she must have just discovered his little prank.
Hannah ran back into the hotel, wildly looking for Emily. She found her back in the maid's room, her feet propped up on a cleaning cart and reading a magazine. "Em, get me back into that room."