Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I suppose.” I let out a breath. “Have you talked to Bruce?”
“I haven’t spoken to anyone since I found you.”
“Are you still working for him?”
“I honestly don’t know.” He shrugs and squeezes my hand. “Would it bother you if I didn’t?”
“No,” I blurt out a little too quickly. He lifts a brow, and I blush. “Sorry.”
Sawyer goes through the intersection and then pulls the car into an empty space against the curb.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he puts the car into park. Before I know what’s happening, he has my seat belt off and has pulled me over to straddle his lap.
“Have you been lying to me?” Sawyer gives me a stern look, but all it does is make me wiggle in his lap.
I can feel his hard cock against my panties, and I want to moan at the touch. We haven’t had sex since I’ve been back home, and I’m aching for it. We’ve done other things, but he’s been treating me like a delicate flower since everything happened. His big hands squeeze my ass, and then I feel him pop me. It makes me jump as a small squeal escapes.
“I’m not lying.”
“Okay, how about keeping shit from me?”
“You’re one to talk.” He gives my ass another small smack. “Okay, I hate your stupid job!” I blurt out, and a slow, sexy smile pulls at his lips.
“I only took that job because of you.”
“What?” I’m genuinely surprised by his answer.
“I like Bruce and all, but I don’t want to run his company. I thought you wanted me to. Family means a lot to you.”
God, I love this man, and I hate that I ever doubted him.
“Family does mean a lot to me. I want to be close to my parents, but our family means more.” I melt into him and press my lips to his.
“You like me at home.” It’s a statement because he knows it’s true, and I love the cocky smile that goes with it.
“Is that selfish of me?” I play with a button on his shirt, and he shakes his head.
“When it comes to me, you can be as selfish as you want.” He sinks his fingers into my hair, and for a moment, we forget where we are. At least I do until my phone starts to ring, and I see it’s my mom calling.
“We’re late.”
“All right.” Sawyer doesn’t look happy about it, but he lifts me off his lap and I answer the phone.
After I let my mom know we’re on our way, I think about tonight some more. “What are you going to say to Bruce?”
“It might not matter. For all I know, he could fire me after what went down between Paul and me. Not to mention Bruce is pissed about what happened with us.”
“My mom sounded happy when I told her both of us were coming to dinner. He might not be mad anymore.” I told my mom what really happened with the bet, so I’m sure she told Bruce.
“We’ll deal with whatever comes our way.” Sawyer lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
When we pull into the driveway, and I see Paul’s car parked out front, a knot forms in my stomach. When Mom told me Paul was going to be at the family dinner, she didn’t sound too happy about it. Maybe Paul is causing problems between my mom and Bruce as well.
Sawyer opens my door for me, and I take his arm to walk inside together. We go to the kitchen since that’s where we spend most of our time, and I see Paul’s fiancée Kelly has a bunch of papers laid out on the island.
“Hey,” I say as we enter, and she glances up. She glares at Sawyer, but he doesn’t give a shit. It’s one of the many things I adore about my husband. He doesn’t put stock into what others think of him, and he’s going to do what he wants. I’m the only exception to that rule.
“Hi,” she responds before going back to the papers. As I get closer I can see it’s the seating chart for the wedding, and I briefly wonder if she scratched us off. I’m not going to ask, and I won’t be upset if she has.
“Is my mom around?”
“She’s in Bruce’s office with Paul.”
“Do you need help?” I ask her because I’m not about to interrupt whatever they might be talking about.
“No.” She doesn’t even look at me when she responds, and I can see out of the corner of my eye Sawyer is getting irritated. Honestly, we have no idea what Paul might have filled her head with, so I try not to take it personally.
“Come on, kitten. You start dinner and I’ll be your sous chef.”
“All right, but no—” I’m cut off by the sounds of shouting from the other side of the house.