Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You mean you stalked her until she agreed to go out with you.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“Stalking is illegal.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” he asks with a knowing smirk.
Shit, he’s right.
“Go by her shop tomorrow and ask her out. If she says no, go back again the next day and the next until she agrees.”
“You might be a little insane,” I inform him.
“Maybe. Then again, I have the wife I wanted and a beautiful little girl at home who calls me Daddy, so things worked out for me in the end.”
“True,” I mumble, wondering if I should take his advice. The truth is, I know Chrissie had to have felt what I felt when we met. At least I really fucking hope she did. I swallow as doubt settles deep in my chest.
“I’ve never seen you like this, so you must really like this chick,” he says quietly.
“I do.” In the few minutes I spent with her, she made me laugh, frustrated me, and had me so on edge with desire that I was tempted to throw her over my shoulder and take her someplace quiet where I could kiss her without interruption.
“I—”
Before he can say more, there’s another knock on the door.
“Hold that thought,” I say, looking at him before I shout, “Come in!”
“Hey, Gus.” Georgia, my bar manager, walks in with a bright smile that quickly slides away when she spots Luke sitting across from me. “Luke.”
“Georgia.” He lifts his chin, then leans back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. I’m not surprised by either of their reactions, since they don’t like each other and only tolerate being in each other’s company because they both work for me.
“Did you need something?” I ask when she stops in the middle of the room.
“I just wanted to go over the schedule for next week with you.”
“I got it when you emailed it to me. I emailed you back, letting you know it looked good.”
“Oh, I didn’t see that you replied,” she says, and Luke makes a noise of disbelief that causes her to turn to look at him with what I’m guessing is a murderous expression.
“Did you need anything else?” I ask, and her features soften as her eyes come back to me.
“Um, no, not that I can think of.”
“If that’s all, I’ll be out in a bit after I finish up some paperwork.”
“Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do,” I agree, and she nods once before quickly turning around and leaving my office.
“Dude, you seriously need to deal with that situation.” Luke shakes his head.
“There’s no situation to deal with—she’s my employee.”
“Yeah, but in her mind, you’re eventually going to see that she’s the kind of woman you can take home to your mama, put a ring on and a baby in.”
“That’s never gonna happen,” I say, my stomach actually turning at the thought.
“I know that and you know that, but she sure as fuck believes something different.”
“I’ll deal with it,” I sigh, knowing he’s right but also hoping she will realize nothing is ever going to happen between us.
“Jesus, I’m so fucking happy I’m married,” he rumbles, making me chuckle.
“Luke ‘Forever Single’ Parker, happy he’s married.” I laugh.
“You’ll find the right woman one day, and then you’ll understand exactly why I’m happy to be off the market.” He stands up and places his hands on my desk before leaning over it. “Get your girl, because if you don’t and I have to deal with your shitty attitude for another day, I’m kidnapping her and tying her to your bed.”
“Does Cammy know exactly how insane you are?”
“Yep, and she loves it. She’d probably help me kidnap your girl if I asked her to then fuck me senseless when it was done.”
Knowing Cammy as I do, I’m sure she would help him and get off on it. “Get out of my office—I have shit to do.”
“Was leaving anyway.” He grins before he shuts the door behind himself.
I glance at the clock on the wall and calculate exactly how many hours it will be until I see Chrissie again. The double-digit number makes me groan. With no other choice, I get back to work, hoping like fuck that I can convince the woman who has completely taken over my every waking thought to take a chance on me.
Suggestion 3
GIVE A LITTLE
CHRISSIE
“The wedding looked beautiful, and you were killer in your dress,” Rachelle tells me while scrolling through the photos I took at Leah’s wedding. “Also”—she waves the last bit of cookie in her hand between us—“whatever this is, it’s delicious.”
I can’t help but smile as she shoves the last bite of my newest creation into her mouth. “It’s a mixture of banana chips and dark chocolate cookie dough.”
“Well, it should totally go in the showcase.”