Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I grinned, then shook my head. “You better not let Brock hear you say that.”
Rich smiled. “Ty, just think about it. You don’t have anything holding you back there in Montana.”
The air in the restaurant changed instantly—and I looked to the entrance. I didn’t even have to see her to know she was here. I smiled at the sight of her. Blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head, strands hanging down in wavy curls. She had on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and sneakers, and her bag was draped over her shoulder.
She looked tired as fuck. And she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Judging by the smile on your face, I’m going to guess my last statement wasn’t entirely factual,” Rich said.
I watched as the hostess walked Kaylee in and sat her down at a small table. She smiled and nodded her head as she took the menu from the waitress. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her.
“That’s Kaylee, isn’t it?” Rich asked.
Standing, I looked back at Rich and Bill. “You’re wrong, Rich. I thought I didn’t have anything holding me back, but that’s not the case. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen.”
I pulled some money out of my wallet and put it on the table.
Not giving them any time to reply, I headed over toward her table. The waitress was setting a cup of coffee down in front of Kaylee. She smiled, thanked her, then snapped her eyes in my direction. The moment her blue eyes met mine, we both smiled.
I hated that I had walked away from her that day on the dance floor. Hated that her words felt like someone was trying to kill me and hated that I knew deep in my heart she hadn’t meant them, and I had been too stubborn to realize it at the time.
I stopped in front of her, watching her take a drink of her coffee. “Fancy meeting you here.”
She shot me a sassy grin. “I know people who know people, and those people have connections.”
I laughed. “I believe you do.”
Digging her teeth into her lip, she looked nervous. “Ty, there’s nothing going on between me and Channing. That day, at the anniversary party, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
Kaylee glanced down at her coffee cup, then back up at me. “Do you want to sit down?”
I shook my head, reached for her bag, and tossed it over my shoulder.
The waitress walked back up. “Would you like a menu, sir?”
“I’ve already had breakfast, and the lady here will be ordering through room service.”
Kaylee’s brows pulled in tight. “Excuse me?”
I tossed a ten onto the table to cover her coffee, then reached for her hand. “Let’s go.”
Kaylee grabbed her purse and allowed me to guide her out of the restaurant. “Um, do you want to tell me where we’re going, Ty?”
My head was telling me I needed to stop. This wasn’t the right thing to do. Kaylee and I still hadn’t talked about the last time we’d slept together. But my fucking heart didn’t give two shits. The moment I saw her walk in, I knew I had to have her in my arms. In my bed. I needed to be buried inside of her.
“We’re going to my room, Kaylee.”
“Your . . . your . . . room?”
After hitting the button for the elevator, I stared straight at the metal doors, because if I looked at her, I would end up kissing her, and we wouldn’t even make it back to my floor, much less my bed.
The doors opened, and I breathed out a sigh of relief when I saw the elevator was empty.
Kaylee walked in first. I hit the button for the eighteenth floor and waited until the doors closed, then turned and pushed her against the wall of the elevator. The sound of her gasp made my cock even harder than it already was, thanks to that smile of hers. For months I had walked around with blue balls because of this woman.
My mouth pressed against hers, and I expected her to push me away, but she didn’t. Kaylee moaned softly, opening her mouth to me. When I pressed into her body, I could instantly feel the heat. The chemistry, whatever the hell it was, that sparked between us.
I pulled back, leaving us both panting and needing more. So much more.
The doors opened, and I grabbed her hand, pulling her gently out of the elevator and down to my room. I silently said a prayer that Mary wouldn’t still be hanging around. I unlocked the door, stepped to the side like the gentleman I was, and waited for Kaylee to decide if she was going to go in.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Kaylee. I don’t feel much like talking right now.”