Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Liam, however, featured in a lot of her fantasies.
“Hey,” she said. “It’s me, Rebecca. You know, we went on a date the other night.” Please stop rambling, or you’re going to make me sound like a loser.
“How could I forget? I’ve been wanting to call you. I’m so sorry I’ve not been in touch.”
“You did? Don’t worry about it. I know we’ve got a lot on our plates. I’ve got this edit I really need to do.” She was rambling again. What a way to bore a guy.
“I want to go out with you again,” he said.
“You do?” Don’t act so surprised. You had an awesome time.
“Do you want to go out with me again?”
His voice sounded so good. Delicious and deep. Her pussy grew slick just by listening to him, and not only that, she didn’t want him to stop talking.
“Rebecca?”
“Yes, I’d love to go out with you.”
“That’s good, because I’m standing outside your door right now.”
“Wait? What?” She looked behind her and stumbled across her living room, heading out into the corridor to check through the peephole. He was there. Holy shit! Liam stood outside her front door. He looked so sexy in the jeans and shirt he wore. The shirt was short sleeves, so she got a good look at his very muscular arms.
Her tits felt heavy, and the nipples tightened. She didn’t know what was happening, but she opened the door, smiling at him. Turning off her phone, she didn’t avert her gaze, not once. “You’re here.”
“I’m here. I was just passing through.”
“You were?”
“No, I wasn’t. I’m not very good with these things.” He held up his cell phone. “They tend to piss me off, and when I want to see someone, I like looking them in the face. You’re a very beautiful woman. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I tend to prefer these things, but for you, I’m more than happy to make an exception.” She glanced down at her sweatpants and shirt. Her hair wasn’t even brushed. She’d pulled it up on top of her head in a messy bun. “Shit, erm, I’m not dressed for you right now.”
“You’re going to send me away for you to look different?”
“I look like a slob.”
“You look more than okay for me.”
“Okay, no one can be that charming all in one.” She rested her head against the door, watching him.
“Will you invite me in?”
“Are you a vampire?” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “You know what, scrap that. I don’t seem to be thinking quite so clearly today. I’m putting it down to a lack of sugar.”
“I’m not a vampire.”
“Come on in then.” She stepped behind the door and rubbed at her temple.
He’s hot, and you’re going to send him away with your weirdness. Get a grip, Rebecca.
Closing the door, she leaned against it.
Struggling around people made the most basic things seem like a challenge. Forcing a smile to her lips, she tried to figure out what to say next.
“Erm, coffee?”
“I’ll take a tea, if you have any,” he said.
“Yes, tea. Awesome. Okay, so I’ll go and make it. Make yourself at home.” She took a step away and grimaced. “Actually, don’t make yourself at home.”
“You are strange at this, aren’t you?”
“Well, socially I’ve given you permission to do what you’d do at your own home. What I want you to do is sit and relax while I make us both a drink. I am completely ruining this moment right now, aren’t I?” She pressed her lips together.
“Did you go to high school?” he asked.
“No. I was home-schooled. I’ve never been good with crowds. It’s why I work from home, and you’re the only person I’ve ever allowed here besides my parents. I try not to have them around all that often because they constantly tell me that I should be out and about, and they want grandkids.”
“How about I come with you to the kitchen?”
“That would work.”
She turned on her heel and left the room. Closing her eyes, she clenched her hands into fists, angry with herself. This was why she avoided everything to do with everyone. Her cheeks were on fire.
Filling up the kettle, she placed it on the stove. Turning toward him, she found him sitting on the kitchen counter, his hands together, thumbs twiddling around.
“If you want to leave, you can. I won’t be offended.” I’ll just cry because I’m not normal.
“I’m here for you, baby. Why would I leave?”
“I’m just me, and no matter how much I wish I was different, I can’t seem to stop this, and it sucks. It sucks to be me right now, and I hate that I feel this way.” Her cheeks had to be bright red, and her eyes filled with tears. Everything felt a little too much right now.
With Liam at the coffee shop the other night and in the forest, she’d truly felt a connection. Like she was fighting whatever her problems were, but now, in her home, with him, everything was the same. She fucking hated it.