Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I grab the keys to the car waiting at the front door and punch in the address on the GPS. It says I will arrive at my destination in forty minutes. I add twenty minutes for traffic, but I’m surprised when I make it there in under an hour. Finding parking is a nightmare, but I just park at the first underground garage I can find. When I walk out of the car and make my way to the store, I get all these butterflies in my stomach. I start to wonder if maybe this wasn’t the best plan I’ve ever had.
I pull open the door to Nordstrom and take a look around. I walk through the cosmetic area and then spot a woman dressed in black. “Excuse me,” I say, and she turns to look at me, a smile plastered on to her face. “I was wondering where the service counter was.”
“Third floor,” she says, pointing at the escalator. Nodding at her and smiling, I turn and make my way over to the service counter. The woman sitting behind the desk has a headset on as she fields calls.
“Good afternoon,” she says, smiling. “How may I help you?”
“Hi,” I start to say, and my heart beats so fast I swear it’s going to come out of my chest. “I was wondering if I could have an appointment with Zara Stone.”
The woman looks at me. “I don’t know if she is taking any other clients today,” she says and then looks down. “I know she is with someone now.”
“If you can ask her, I would really appreciate it, and I will pay double if that helps.” I smile at her, and she just nods.
“Let me see if I can reach her,” she says.
“Sure thing,” I say and walk over to the two chairs on my right. I sit down and take out my phone, and my head is down when I hear the sound of heels clicking.
My head comes up the second she walks into the room, and it’s a good thing I’m sitting down because I think I would fall. She doesn’t see me there, so it gives me time to get myself under control. Her strawberry blond hair hangs loose to her waist, and she is wearing loose blue pants that stop hallway down her calf. Her white long-sleeve sweater just makes her elegant and classy. The sleeves cut open at her wrist, and those fucking sky-high heels make her even hotter.
“Hey, Zara,” she says, smiling at her. “This is the gentleman who asked for you,” the receptionist says and points at me. Zara finally notices that I’m in the room, and if I thought she was breathtaking walking in, it’s nothing compared to when she faces me. I see that her eyes are almost emerald and her lips a perfect shade of pink. Her eyes land on me, and surprise fills her face.
“Evan,” she whispers, and my cock springs up for a salute. “What are you doing here?”
I get up, smiling now. “I need a suit. Figured I could kill two birds with one stone,” I say as I walk up to her, and I’m not sure if I should go in for a hug or a kiss on the cheek or what, so I just stand in front of her. I breathe in her scent, and if my cock wasn’t being strangled enough, it definitely is now.
“A suit?” she says, laughing. I see that her sweater goes off one shoulder, and I have this sudden urge to cover her with my jacket. I also have the sudden need to lean in and kiss her bare shoulder. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. I wonder if she would get goose bumps. I wonder if she would lean into me. “Um, hello,” she says. My eyes fly to hers, and I know I’m so not ready for her.
“Every year, we have our casino night,” I start telling her, “and well, I need a suit.”
She folds her arms over her chest, pushing up her perfect tits. Tits that would fit perfectly in my palm. “Interesting.”
“Nothing interesting about it,” I say with a chuckle as I push my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “Can you help me out?”
She shakes her head, and her smile lights up her whole face. “Fine,” she says and turns to the girl. “Can you check me out please? I’ll be leaving after this appointment.”
“Sure thing, Zara. I also have five emails and twenty-five voicemails for you. I will forward them to you.” She nods at her and then turns to me.
“Okay, Mr. Richards, let’s get this appointment going.” She holds out her hand to lead the way, and we walk side by side. “So tell me about your style. What’s your favorite color?”