Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I wave him off and flip my braid over one shoulder. “It’s fine.”
“No,” he says sternly. “It’s not fine. You shouldn’t be subjected to that by anyone. Even me.” His lips curve up at the ends. “Well, not including when you annoy me.”
Scoff. “I don’t annoy you.”
“No, you’re right,” he says, his voice soft and quiet. “You don’t.”
My breath hitches, I’m not sure why and I don’t get a chance to think on it as he’s changing the subject.
“I thought we could go out tomorrow when I’ve finished,” I continue to chew on a piece of steak as he speaks. “Have you ever been to the city?”
“No but there are a lot of places I want to see,” I admit, keeping my fingers crossed that he’ll let me see them.
“Brilliant. We’ll spend a few hours wandering around if the weather is agreeable and I’ll bring you back in a few weeks. We’ll see a show.”
“A show?”
“Theatre,” his eyes search my face. “Unless you don’t find the theatre enjoyable?”
I shrug, a smile teasing my lips, “I’ve never been, so I’d love to.”
“Great,” he blinks, seemingly surprised that I’ve agreed. “I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Thanks,” I take another bite and fail to stifle a moan. “Damn this steak is amazing.”
I notice how he only eats the food on his plate, not even touching the ribs or the chicken wings. How odd. I don’t comment though, I just eat as much as my stomach will allow.
“So, where am I sleeping?” I ask after washing my hands and face. There is only one bed and a large couch. “I don’t mind taking the couch.”
He frowns and leads me over to the bed, “You sleep here. I’ll take the couch. I’m going to have a shower, use this time to get ready.”
“In what? I have no clothes here.”
He hands me an empty plastic bag, “Put your clothes in here, I’ll send them to be washed and dried with my own.”
“Okay,” I say and take the bag from his hands. “What about for the night?”
“Here,” he says and I almost stumble backwards when he starts removing his jacket and shirt.
“I could just sleep in the gown…” He turns his back towards me and pulls his white vest over his head before passing it to me. I take it. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be fine,” he says and pads into the bathroom, still only half dressed. I should cover my eyes or look away but I can’t. He has a very nice back. Very nice.
During the time he showers I call down to reception and ask them to bring up some bed sheets and a blanket. They do so in record time and I manage to set up his bed for the night before he exits the bathroom. I also manage to strip off and pull his vest on, which would probably reach mid-thigh if I didn’t have a huge bump in the way.
I bag up my clothes and place them by the bathroom door before climbing into bed.
Nathan leaves the bathroom but I feign sleep to give him the privacy he deserves. Okay so I’m a liar, I peek through one eye and I’m shocked to see him in nothing but a towel, his golden skin damp and glistening in the dim light from the lamp by the couch. My eye quickly shuts again and I mentally scream, “OH MY GOD!” I’ve never been this close to a naked man other than Caleb and it’s making my heart race.
I’m not sure why my heart is racing, my brain can’t seem to register emotions at present.
I peek again and almost gasp when I realise he’s looking at me over his shoulder, he’s checking to see if I’m looking. I’m not. Totally not.
His tongue peeks out and runs over his lower lip, I almost copy his action but fortunately refrain as he’s still looking at me. The muscles on his back tense as he pads over to the door, opens it and grabs something from outside after placing the bag of our discarded clothing in the hall. He walks back towards the couch whilst pulling a pure white robe on and tying it around the front. The towel drops to the floor, I can’t see anything because of the robe but my heart lurches again at the thought of his nudity.
To make my sleeping state more believable I snuggle further into the bed and tighten my legs around the pillow between them. He seems to freeze and look over at me, I close my eyes completely as being a creeper is making me feel like a… well a creep.
I finally begin to doze not long after he turns the TV on low and pours himself a drink from the mini fridge. Of course he did all of this after putting on his gloves and rinsing the glass out about six times.