Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I was still adjusting to the fact that the girls in Lubbock weren’t like that. I’d been waiting for the shoe to drop for months with my roommates, Piper and Blaire. Kept expecting my friend Nora to wake up one day and decide I wasn’t worth the trouble. After all, I had only become friends with them after they replaced Nora’s cheating ex. I could be easily replaceable as well. No matter that they’d never given me that inclination, my little-girl shit circled me like a vulture after carrion.
“Well, excellent. I’ll have you make introductions when we meet with them.”
“Of course.”
The Kings were a little out of my league. But hey, so were the Wrights, and that had never stopped me.
In fact, Mr. Out of My League was sitting directly across from me. I’d never seen him in his office before. Now, all six-plus feet of him dominated the space. He loomed over the desk, a giant in his realm.
My eyes traced the lines of his shoulders. Had he been working out? He seemed even broader than I remembered. I was a taller-than-average woman, and he made me feel dainty. Like a little pixie, like the rest of my friends. As if he could take one of those large hands and circle it around my waist with ease. Or perhaps my throat…
Could I imagine Mr. Tall, Dark, and Controlled releasing enough to choke me while he fucked me?
I dispelled that thought. I shifted my legs together, the heat rubbing up to the apex of my thighs.
Whitt had made it clear that he wanted a relationship. The night of Jordan and Annie’s wedding, I was perfectly positioned to see exactly how good he was in bed. I’d basically thrown myself at him, only for him to reject me. The last thing I wanted was another relationship that could fuck up my entire life if it didn’t work. No matter how broad those shoulders or how it’d feel for him to use his perfect control in the bedroom—
“Eve?”
I cleared my throat. “Hmm?”
“I asked if next weekend worked for our survey trip to Midland?”
“Whenever you’re free. I can move my clients around.”
He nodded and continued to discuss the details of the new build with me. I knew the basic information that Jordan had sent to me already. I was better in person than I was with the details. It was why I’d been great at real estate. Once I met my clients, things took off. It was getting that meeting that sometimes took time.
I let Whitt prattle on about the work, listening with half an ear. My eyes were on his pillowy lips. The way they moved with such assurance as he talked about what was important to him. They snapped up to his big blue eyes. Did they have gold in them? How had I never noticed that before? The irises were really a mix of colors, and blue was just the most prominent. It almost looked like he wore contacts—they were so vivid—and yet contacts could never get the exact color right.
“Unless you want to stay with your family?”
That ripped me right out of my reverie. “What?”
“Do you want to stay with your family while in town?”
Right. Drive to Midland. Where my family was. With Whitton Wright.
I’d been hired because of my knowledge of the area, but I hadn’t really thought through that I’d have to go down there. The dollar signs had blinded me to the reality of what I was doing.
I was going home.
I was bringing Whitt with me.
And under no circumstances could those two worlds collide.
Fuck.
“No,” I said quickly. Maybe too quickly.
His hand splayed open. An invitation to explain.
I layered on my best unbothered bravado. “I mean, no, thank you. We’ll be too busy. Downtown probably makes the most sense.”
“I’ll make the arrangements then.”
I breathed a soft sigh of relief. And then realized the other thing I hadn’t considered. I was going to be staying at a hotel with Whitt.
My mind buzzed with that information. Me and Whitt, alone, in Midland for a weekend.
This beast of a man was stuffed into a charcoal suit. His pants stretched tight across his crotch. My eyes flicked down to where his cock was hidden by the expensive material. My mouth watered. Maybe not that hidden.
“How are you getting home?”
My eyes snapped back up to his. It was a testament to my temperament that I didn’t blush furiously. Had he caught me staring at his cock? Christ, I needed to get it together. He was so fucking hot, and I just…had not prepared myself for him today.
“I’m going to grab an Uber.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can drive you home. You only live around the block.”
“Oh, no. It’s fine.” I came to my feet, dragging my skirt back down my thighs. “You don’t have to worry about me.”