Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Each time one of the others at the table drew her attention, or made some kind of joke that made her laugh, I wanted to knock their fucking heads off. I was afraid that my teeth were going to be ground down to nubs by the end of lunch as hard as I was grinding those shits.
Everything about this girl, even down to her voice had an affect on me. Her scent, intoxicating, her walk, mesmerizing. Everything about her went straight to my dick. I was damn near stymied by the way she’d knocked me on my ass by the end of the meal.
I had nothing to compare the shit to. No way of knowing how to handle the situation I found myself in as I sat there lost in my own damn head.
I’m not the one to give too much of a damn about my current bedmate beyond the bedroom. But that day I was dying to know everything there was to know about her in that one sitting. I’d lost my damn mind.
It became almost a compulsion, like some power outside of myself was pushing me to do these things, to act this way. I couldn’t leave that restaurant that day without knowing something about her no matter how small.
So I’d said goodbye to my lunch guests at the end of our meeting and sat there, for another half an hour or so, just watching her every move like a fucking stalker fuck.
I didn’t care how it looked, wasn’t shy about her or anyone else knowing I had her in my sights. There was only one thing on my mind that day. I wasn’t leaving without her number.
She’d avoided me as long as she could before it was no longer plausible. “Was there something else you needed sir?” I guess she’d had about all of me as as she could stand by this point.
I wanted to smile for no reason, or maybe it was because she was so obviously flabbergasted by my behavior. It was obvious that she’d been aware of me this whole time no matter how she played it off.
“Your number would be nice Zandi.” I’d read her name off of the nametag pinned to her shirt the first time she came to the table. That had been a big mistake. I’ve been avoiding looking at her chest ever since.
For such a little girl she had a nice size rack. Being a tit man, that only added to my infatuation and left me with an embarrassing lump behind my zipper that refused to go away.
If that wasn’t bad enough, like I said, her scent was intoxicating and those eyes, those eyes had a weird effect on me that I couldn’t explain. It was as though I could see into her. Pass the attitude to what lied beneath.
My dick had stayed on hard from the time I walked through the door until now. Lucky for me my jacket should have me covered once I stand up to leave.
“So, will you give it to me?” I liked the way she blushed and refused to look directly at me. That air of innocence was a novelty in this city that’s for sure.
From her accent I already knew she wasn’t a local. Her cute little Yankee drawl, something that usually grates on my nerves, was very appealing. She had me twisted as fuck.
The more I looked the harder she blushed until she got twitchy. I could see that I was getting on her nerves and where usually that would’ve been my cue to hit the road it only made me try harder. “Well?”
“And why would I want to do that?” She folded her arms and cocked her hip. Definitely sassy, I liked her even more, as much as I liked that light in her eyes. She didn’t trust me one bit.
It was a drastic change from the women who usually went out of their way to please. Females of my acquaintance never want to rock the boat. That was one of the drawbacks of having a shitload of money.
People are never really themselves around you, so you never really know what you’re dealing with. I could tell from the start that she was different, and maybe that was part of the draw.
From day one I knew that with Zandi what you see is what you get. That’s why I never believed she’d up and left me out of the blue without any warning.
We’d had some fantastic fights and even better make up sessions. My girl was fiery and full of spice and she could give a good damn how much money I had in my bank account.
She had the most amazing spirit of anyone I’d ever met. The things she’d been through, the life she’d lived after being left alone in the world at such a young age, made me admire her as one of the bravest people I knew.