Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He steps back, sweeps his arm to welcome me.
“Come on in, little girl,” he growls low, adding to the wolf preparing to eat the lamb vibe I’m getting.
Stepping past him, I shrug out of my coat. He’s there to take it from me, hanging it on a rack in the corner. “I thought you invited me over for lunch. I get the distinct impression I might be on the menu.”
Camden steps into me quickly from behind, a hand on my hip and his lips near my ear. “It’s a possibility.”
I have to suppress a shiver of desire and I hope the possibility becomes reality. I don’t have the nerve to make the first move.
I take in Camden’s condo, noting with a bit of astonishment how neat it is. It’s spacious, the living room filled with plush furniture that invites you to sink in and watch a movie. No walls separate the living area from the dining and kitchen but rather it all flows together. I love the kitchen with its white cabinets and quartz countertops accented with black wrought iron pendant lighting.
Camden’s lips move from my ear to press a soft kiss on my cheek. “I’m glad you were able to come and eat lunch with me.”
I’m a tiny bit disappointed when he moves past me into the kitchen where I see he’s laid out food. He flashes a crooked grin as I take it all in. “I’m not the best cook so I ordered some stuff. I hope you’re okay with that?”
Setting my purse on the edge of the counter, I survey the sandwiches neatly arranged on plates next to tubs of pasta salad and fruit salad. “I think you know me well enough by now to know I enjoy all kinds of food. Maybe a little too much at times.”
Camden hands me one of the plated subs and motions toward the salads to help myself. I scoop a spoonful of fruit salad as Camden asks, “What do you mean by too much?”
I give a half shrug as I add pasta salad to my plate. “You know… we women have to watch our figures. Blah, blah, blah. I don’t watch mine very well.”
Camden doesn’t say anything and the silence draws my gaze to him. His eyes are boring into me. “I think you’re perfect. So whatever it is you’re eating, I would tell you to keep on doing it.”
I blush as my eyes go back to the pasta salad and I decide on a second spoonful. “You’re sweet to say that.”
“It might be sweet, but it’s also honest.”
Those words send my heart into a reckless gallop, not only because he said something sweet but because I hear the truth in his tone. It’s refreshing and endearing, and it does nothing but deepen my feelings for him.
After we have our lunches and are settled onto side-by-side stools at his counter, Camden asks, “How’s your day been so far?”
“I had a good meeting with Brienne and we went over the last-minute details for the gala Friday night.”
Camden slaps his hand to his forehead. “I had forgotten all about that. I need to make sure my tux still fits.”
“Why wouldn’t your tux fit?” I ask as I toy with a spiraled noodle.
“I’ve packed on a bit of muscle this year using a new training regimen. It should be okay, but I need to make sure.”
“We can try it on now if you want and I’ll give you my expert opinion.”
Camden studies me, his lips twitching. “You’re not just saying that to get me out of my clothes, are you?”
I decide to throw caution to the wind. “Maybe.”
Desire flashes hot within Camden’s eyes and the fork he was holding clatters to his plate. He spins fully on his stool to face me, hands going to my knees.
“I had the best intentions. It was a gentleman’s request to invite you to lunch today, and I assumed I’d feed you and send you on your way back to work. I think I’m going to fuck you instead and I’ll pack you a doggie bag to go.”
I nearly choke and my eyes bug out of my head. “Are you serious?”
The determined look on his face sparks a throbbing between my legs. His tone is gruff. “I never joke about fucking.”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m over Camden’s shoulder and getting an upside-down view of his apartment as he carries me back to the master bedroom. My world flips again as he tosses me on the bed. I catch glimpses of sleek, blond wood furniture with clean lines accented by taupe-colored walls. A pristine white comforter on the bed feels incredibly soft in my hands as I grip it.
Camden comes to the edge and takes off my shoes. Brown leather Mary Janes with gold buckles. He doesn’t spare them a second glance, merely tossing them over his shoulder. His hands slide underneath my skirt to pull at my tights and then my legs are completely bare.