Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
During dinner, Griff would send me sweet, seductive smiles and make eye contact with me. The smouldering intensity of his gaze made me shiver and I could feel my whole body tensing with the desire to take Griff upstairs and have him all to myself. The food was great, but I felt hungry for something else, something that I knew I couldn’t have. My eyes flickered to Griff’s once more after dessert and I couldn’t refrain from looking him over appreciatively. He really was gorgeous.
Damn it, Remy, get a hold of yourself, I chastised with a sigh as I pulled my eyes away from Griff’s handsome face. I reached out for my glass to take a sip since the alcohol had been calming my senses, but it was empty.
“Another round?” Griff asked with a smile in my direction.
I nodded and Griff stood up straight away. He took my hand and walked me over to the bar. The touch of his bare skin against mine was getting me hot under the collar. I couldn’t stand the thought that we could be so close to what I wanted and yet so far. An invisible barrier was between us, stopping me from getting the satisfaction I really needed from him.
“A whisky on the rocks and another cocktail for the lady,” Griff ordered the bartender with a smile.
“Coming up,” he replied before turning away and getting two glasses out on the bar. While I was watching him mix the drinks, I didn’t notice that Griff had leaned in even closer.
“Brace yourself, Remy,” he whispered. “Kelly’s watching us right now.”
Before I could even process what he was saying, Griff’s hands dropped to my waist and he pulled me closer. His lips soon pressed against mine with fervor. I couldn’t resist closing my eyes and melting into his warm touch. Kissing Griff felt like coming home and I longed for it to never end.
It was dangerous. I knew the lines between fantasy and reality were blurring, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
11
Griff
As I pulled away from Remy, I missed the soft touch of her lips on mine. I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss her again, but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t have an excuse to kiss her a second time and in all honesty, kissing her the first time was pushing things. I looked down at her flushed and gorgeous face with desire. I knew I’d had a few drinks, but it didn’t feel like it was the liquor that had gone to my head, it felt like it was Remy.
Everything about this woman was driving me crazy. The way she laughed made me want to laugh too. The way she felt under my fingertips when I touched her was making my heart beat faster. The sway of her hips made me want to pull her close and never let her go. There was something special about Remy that I’d never noticed before, something that I’d never seen in anybody else before. It made me care about her.
I’d spent the entire evening playing at being her boyfriend and I was surprised by how easy it was. It felt like it came naturally to me and the more I felt like that, the more I wondered if I should give into my desire for Remy. Would it truly be so bad if we were together for real?
I shrugged the idea off and put it down to me being drunk and stupid. I dragged my eyes away from her and looked down at my freshly poured whisky instead. I took a long swig and decided with a nod of my head that I was going to end the night there before anything else stupid happened.
Kelly approached the bar in her stiletto heels and eyed the two of us where we stood in close proximity of each other. “You two seem to be having a good night,” she commented as she looked Remy up and down.
“Yes, we’ve had a great time.” I told her with a tight-lipped smile. “It’s time for us to head upstairs now, however. Good night, Kelly.”
“Good night!” she called with a wave as I headed toward the elevator with Remy in tow.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked in a heated whisper. “What if she thinks we’re avoiding her?”
“It’s fine,” I told her even though I wasn’t certain myself. My head was still swirling as I found myself becoming more and more intoxicated by everything that Remy did.
The elevator was a bad idea. It was empty when I stepped inside and I realized that the two of us were confined in a small space alone. Her perfume was just as tantalizing as the first time I’d smelled it and she had a faint glow on her face from getting a tipsy over dinner. Her eyes were blown wide and she looked up at me with a cheery smile that made me long to taste her sweet lips again.