Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Luke laughs as the courtesy town car of his condo building turns right onto Chestnut, headed towards the Ritz Carlton down the street. It's a half mile from his condo but it's January
and I'm in heels with a wrap jacket over my short dress. "You're refreshing, Sophie."
Am I? I was serious. This dress I'm borrowing cost a fortune and it's probably been worn twice, including tonight. It's not financially sensible.
The town car pulls under the awning covering the entrance to the hotel and my door is opened as soon as the car comes to a complete stop. Luke walks around the car and ushers me to the
door so we're only outside for a few moments.
I don't want to be here. I did not grow up attending charity functions. I grew up raising money for charity by selling candy bars or participating in car washes.
"You're not going to leave me alone, right?" I say, pulling the matching shawl tighter. The dress is lovely, if not practical. It's white, ending a few inches above my knees. The dress
has gorgeous crystal detailing down a vee-neck front and wrapped around the waist. The look is completed with strappy silver stilettos and drop earrings, again loans from Meredith.
Luke's brow is furrowed as he glances at me. "Don't be intimidated, Sophie. They're just people. And they don't get to see me naked." He whispers the last part in my ear.
"Not most of them, no," I agree.
"I had no idea you were so jealous, doll," he says, his eyes dancing. "If you want, I'll let you rake your nails down my back later."
I glance at my nails, considering it. Meredith and I spent the afternoon at a spa getting ready. Hair, makeup and nails. Getting ready for the event was fun and Meredith assured me I
looked perfect.
Luke tried to initiate a quickie as I was getting dressed and I shot him down for, I think, the first time ever. No way was he messing me up before we left. He laughed at me when I
shrieked, "No way," then smacked my ass and promised me, "Later."
The guy really is obsessed with slapping my behind.
Luke hands our coats over at the coat check while I stand holding the tiny clutch that matches the dress. As Luke is returning to my side he's stopped by a couple about his age, the
woman obviously pregnant. I'm not that familiar with pregnant women, but I'd estimate her to be a little bit farther along than Meredith, who I know is four months.
The woman is positively glowing. At Luke. Her companion shakes Luke's hand before Luke introduces them as Dr. Davis and his wife, Sarah.
"When is your due date?" Luke asks them.
"June first," Sarah replies, beaming. "We can't thank you enough. I still can't believe I'm finally pregnant," she says, patting her little bump.
"I'm happy for you both," Luke says, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him.
He's her doctor, I realize. I know what Luke does for a living but I've never considered coming face to face with one of his patients. Is it weird? Or am I thinking like a sixteen-year-
old girl?
Luke leads me into the cocktail portion of the evening. There are waiters walking the room offering champagne and appetizers. The perimeter of the room is lined with tables for the
silent auction. The entire room screams wealth, from the chandeliers overhead to the expensive footwear adorning the attendees' feet.
Luke accepts a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and hands it to me.
"None for you?" I ask, taking a sip.
"I'm on call," he replies and guides me to one of the tables. "Let's find something fun to bid on."
"We can bid on porn?" I ask sweetly and take another sip. I swear I see his hand twitch. He wants to swat my behind for that comment so bad, but he can't during a charity event in a room
full of his peers.
When I think I can look at him without laughing I glance his way. He leans in and pulls me closer with a hand to the small of my back.
"I hope you don't have anything important happening at school on Monday, because I'm going to spend the remainder of this weekend fucking you until you can't walk comfortably." He steps
back with a smug smile, content in the knowledge that he knows exactly what to do to my body to keep me in bed all weekend, willingly.
I spy Meredith and Alexander approaching, so I plaster the most innocent expression I can muster on my face and smile.
"I hope we're not interrupting," Meredith says, giving each of us a hug.
"Not at all," I reply. "I was just telling Luke how much I'm looking forward to Monday."
Luke coughs and Meredith looks confused. "Monday?"