Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Your waiter will be with you in a few minutes,” she tells us once we’re seated in a large booth on the back wall.
Once the door closes, I turn to Letty and smile. “Tell me about yourself.”
That sounds innocent enough. “There isn’t much to tell.” She shrugs. “I moved here with my sisters to open our boutique. We specialize in clothing and accessories for curvy women.” As she talks, I stare into her expressive green eyes and lose myself.
At some point, the waiter comes in and takes our order, but I have no fucking idea what I even ordered. Warnings to take things slow with Letty fill my mind, but my overheated body wants nothing to do with that goddamn idea. Watching her enjoy her steak shows me a whole new form of torture. “Is your dinner okay?” Worry fills her deep green eyes as she points at my mostly untouched dinner.
“I’m hungry for something besides steak.” The words hang in the air between us as Letty swallows and stares into my eyes. “I’d rather have a taste of you.” These crazy feelings are turning me into a fucking caveman. I want to take my woman back to my cave and keep her there forever. Her mouth opens and closes several times without any sound emerging. “Have I shocked you, baby?” I need to know my obsession isn’t scaring her away.
“This all seems crazy,” she admits but doesn’t pull away when I lift her soft hand to my lips for a kiss.
“Too crazy for you?” I hope I don’t have to resort to kidnapping her. Not even my family’s connections could save my legal career then, but having Letty for the rest of my life would be worth the sacrifice. “We can slow things down, but I’m not giving you up.” I lay my cards on the table.
She picks up her wine glass and takes a huge sip. “I’m confused,” she admits, and I feel her pain. “Part of me is terrified, but the other part is telling me to shut up and hold on for the ride.”
“What part are you going to listen to?” If she doesn’t choose the right option, I plan to do everything in my power to change her mind.
When she blows out her breath and smiles, I almost collapse from relief. “You know I can’t resist a fast, wild ride.”
I fight the urge to throw Letty’s gorgeous ass up on the table and show her just how relieved I am. This girl has me twisted into so many knots; I don’t know what end is up.
I spend the rest of the night deciding how to accelerate my wooing. We discuss safe subjects and get to know each other.
The drive back to her house is silent, but I keep a hold of her soft hand the entire way. It takes every ounce of my control to pull her into my arms and kiss her soft lips without taking it any further. When Letty groans in the back of her throat and melts against me, I almost come in my pants. Before things get too far out of control, I pull back and lay my forehead against hers. “Can I see you tomorrow? I’ll cook you dinner at my place.”
“I’d like that.” My heart settles into place when she agrees. As I drive away, I dial my sister’s number.
“Do you have any idea how late it is?” Wren growls.
I glance at the clock on my dashboard. “It’s only ten-forty.”
“And I’ve been in bed for an hour.” My sister has always been an early riser. Growing up, she got up before the sun rose even during the summers.
“I need your help,” I tell her before she’s able to give me any more shit. “Letty is coming to dinner at my place, and you know how well I cook.” One thing Ashford men can’t do is cook.
“I have court until eleven tomorrow, and then I’ll head straight to your house.” My sister jumps in to help me. “But you owe me big time.”
“Help me pull this off and you can name your price,” I tell her and hang up as I pull up in front of my house.
True to her word, Wren pulls off a miracle. She has dinner cooked, the kitchen cleaned, and a fresh bouquet of flowers sitting in the middle of my table when I walk through the door at four pm.
“Thank you.” I give my little sister a hug.
“Don’t thank me yet.” The brat smirks at me. “You haven’t heard what I want you to do for me.”
If this helps me impress my girl, I’ll do whatever my sister asks.
“What do you want?” I ask her on my way to the stairs. I need to rush through a shower if I’m going to make it to my girl’s house on time.