Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“You aren’t a dick.”
“I am, baby. I just hope that side of me stays hidden until you’re sure of us and you can trust me to make up for my foul temper, controlling ways and idiocy when it comes to a relationship.” He forced himself to do the right thing. “I’ve got to go before it’s too late.”
Her arms tightened around him, and she looked up at him with the most amazing expression—one of near adoration. He didn’t deserve it, but he was going to take it.
“What if I don’t want you to go?”
The blush of her skin was like a rose blooming to him. She was so beautiful he ached inside. She was embarrassed to ask him to stay, but she still gave him that.
“I don’t want to go either, Solnyshkuh, but you aren’t ready. The kind of relationship I want with you is based on trust, not sex. Although we’re going to fuck a hell of a lot. When you trust me enough to live with my flaws, I’ll take care of you, baby.”
A little shiver had gone through her body at his crude declaration, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she moved closer, clung tighter, held on. “Perfection,” he murmured and didn’t dare risk kissing her again. He had always been a man with control, but she seemed able to rob him of that iron discipline he’d learned in the school from hell. “I’m leaving now, Zelie, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He turned abruptly and walked out before she could remind him she had classes all day and an appointment with Billows. Before he could lose his resolve and stay to fuck her all night. To hold her close and let her in further.
SEVEN
China Christian caught Azelie’s hand as she made her way to the counter at the coffee shop. “Tell us. We’re dying to know. We know you went out on a date with Mr. Hottie. Sit here, honey. We’ve waited for days.”
Blanc Christian nodded. “At our age, that kind of anticipation could take years off our lives, and we can’t afford it. I’ll get your drink, and you just park yourself right here.”
Penny Atwater patted the chair beside her. “We snagged the best table so the four of us could sit together.”
“Did you have out-of-this-world wild sex?” China persisted.
“China Annabelle Christian,” Blanc chided, sounding shocked. Then she leaned forward. “Well, did you? Was he to die for?”
“Is he as good in the sack as he looks like he would be?” Penny asked, her voice a little breathless.
“I am not the kind of woman to kiss and tell.” Azelie did her best to keep laughter from bubbling to the surface, but it was impossible when the three women looked so crestfallen.
“I’m getting her drink,” Blanc said, rising. “Sister, you work on her. I’ll never be able to sleep again if she doesn’t give us the 411.”
Azelie laughed. “You three are horrible.”
“No, dear.” Penny shook her head solemnly. “We need to live vicariously through you.”
China’s eyes were dancing with glee. “It’s so true, Azelie. I was a beauty in my younger years and could have my pick of men. Your Andrii would have been my number one choice. I would have done anything to make him mine.”
Blanc had hurried back after putting in the order for Azelie’s coffee. “What did I miss? Seriously, Azelie, I can’t afford to lose any more sleep over this. I know you gave Shaila a big box and asked her to hold it for your man. He came in a couple of days ago to retrieve the box.”
“We begged Shaila to open it and peek inside,” China continued. “She wouldn’t do it.”
“I even tried to bribe her and David,” Penny admitted. “They said absolutely not.”
“I’ll have to thank them for keeping my confidence,” Azelie said, using her primmest tone. “At least they have morals when it comes to other people’s business.”
Blanc wasn’t in the least offended. She waved her hand in the air as if shooing away a bothersome fly. “Morals be damned,” she stated. “You have to live this life, Azelie. Grab on with both hands. That man is the kind of man who will give you hell, but hold on tight to him because the dance will be worth it.”
“Or he’s the kind of man who will cut out your heart and leave you with nothing.” Azelie shared her worst fear. “I don’t have it in me to go from man to man. And he isn’t the kind of man who can leave a woman unscathed if he left, at least a woman like me.”
There was a small silence while the merry widows digested that information. It was the most information about herself she’d confided to the women in all the years she’d been coming to the coffee shop. They seemed to be taken aback by her revelation.