Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Thankfully, the food arrives, and she shuts up to eat. Lincoln and Micah make small talk over breakfast, and once our plates are cleared, I thank them for letting us crash. When I pull out some cash to give to Micah, not wanting to owe him anything, he shakes his head.
“Not happening, Hellcat.”
“Hellcat?” Ellie asks, not missing a damn beat.
“It’s an inside joke,” Micah says with a smirk.
Of course his non answer has Ellie intrigued. “You guys have inside jokes? How well do you know each other?”
“Eliza Bardot, enough,” I growl under my breath, making Micah and Lincoln laugh.
“What?” she asks. “The guy introduced himself as your future husband, has a pet name for you, and I don’t even know how the two of you met.”
“We met at the club,” I explain. “He’s not my future husband. I don’t even like him, and that stupid name is his way of aggravating me.”
Ellie grins like she was birthed straight from the devil. “Sounds like he likes you. Maybe you should go out with him.”
“And now it’s time to go,” I say, standing. “Gentleman, it’s been great. Thank you again for breakfast.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
SIENNA
“What the hell was that about?” I hiss, pressing the button for our floor when we enter the elevator.
“What?” she asks, sounding and looking like she genuinely doesn’t get it. “I know you like Lincoln, who is still too old for you, by the way…” I give her a pointed glare. “But our money situation and why I’m working where I am isn’t anyone’s business. And my God, you told them I watch porn! And don’t get me started on the way you were trying to play matchmaker. That was embarrassing.”
Her face falls, her features showing a mixture of remorse and regret. “I… I didn’t even think,” she says. “I’m sorry. I was joking and talking, and I didn’t mean to embarrass you. We always play around.”
“Yeah, we do. But they’re my bosses. That’s different.”
“He clearly likes you,” Ellie points out. “Micah couldn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time.”
“Well, the feeling isn’t mutual,” I say, as we step off the elevator.
“You don’t think he’s cute?”
“Of course he is.”
“And he’s sweet. He invited us to breakfast.”
“Yep,” I say noncommittally, unlocking and opening the door to our room.
“You should go out with him.”
“I don’t have time to date, El.”
“Because of me,” she says. “Because you’re too busy taking care of me. Which I get, but also, I’m fifteen now. It’s okay to have your own life, too.”
“Not because of you,” I repeat. “Because—”
I stop in my tracks, my words freezing, when I see a dozen beautiful white and pink roses in a vase on the counter that weren’t there before.
“Oh! So pretty!” Ellie bounces over and snatches up the card. “It has your name on it,” she says.
I roll my eyes and open the envelope, pulling the card out and reading it…
Sienna, it was a wonderful surprise getting to have breakfast with you. I look forward to seeing you tonight. - Micah
Jesus, how the hell did he get this delivered so quickly? He must’ve done it when he was briefly on his phone.
“Oh! Another envelope. This one is addressed to me.” Ellie rips it open and reads the card out loud…
Thank you for staying at Hotel Blu. Enclosed you will find two complimentary day passes to the hotel’s spa to celebrate your birthday. - Micah.
Ellie’s eyes go wide. “He totally likes you.” I open my mouth to argue but she continues before I can get a word in. “And he’s nothing like the nasty assholes mom hangs out with. He’s a good guy. Both he and Lincoln are. You seriously need to go out with him.” She fans her face with the card. “But right now, we have a spa day to get to!”
“I guess I should say thank you.” I’m straddling Micah’s legs, my arms are wrapped around his neck, and my fingers are idly playing with his hair while a song is playing in the background. I’m supposed to be giving him a lap dance in this private room, but since he’s holding me in place, his strong hands gripping the curves of my hips, it’s more like we’re sitting in an extremely intimate position. Especially since I’m topless and wearing only a tiny pair of panties that barely cover my lady parts.
“For what?” Micah breathes, his heated gaze searing into me.
“For the spa day. My entire body is relaxed and smooth and pretty.”
Micah groans. “Any chance you’ll let me feel the smooth and pretty parts?”
“Nope,” I say. “And speaking of which…” I reach down and peel his hands off me. “No touching.”
He rolls his eyes but obeys, lifting his arms behind his head. When he stretches back to relax, he shifts slightly, giving me a good feel of the hardness between his legs as it slides against my center.