Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“What?” She startled and glanced over at him.
“You’re looking at it like you want to devour it.”
Faith could feel herself growing red. She moved toward the passenger door, but before she could reach it, he was there, pulling the door open for her.
Okay. That was very gentlemanly. She’d never had someone open a car door for her.
She climbed in and he bent down after her. What was he doing?
To her shock, Reuben grabbed her seatbelt and drew it over her, his arm brushing against her tight nipples.
Then he shut her door.
Did he . . . did he really just do up her seatbelt?
As he walked around to the driver’s side, she glanced around. This car screamed expensive. Everything was gleaming, and the seats felt like real leather.
Of course, they’re leather, you idiot.
After he got in, he started his car and pulled out of the underground parking lot.
“What’s your address?”
She gave it to him and he nodded. They drove in silence. Leaning back against her seat, she watched the city out the window. It amazed her how even at one-thirty in the morning, the city still felt so alive.
A yawn took her by surprise, and she realized how cozy she felt. Warm and snug.
At ease.
“Are these heated seats?” she asked.
“Uh-huh,” he replied. He was strangely quiet. What was he thinking about?
“They’re nice.”
“Glad you like them,” he said dryly as he pulled up outside her house.
Well, her friend’s house.
To her shock, he turned the car off and then undid his seatbelt.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Walking you in.”
“You don’t have to. I can get inside on my own.”
“I don’t believe I asked.”
She huffed out a sigh as he got out.
Undoing her seatbelt, she opened her door.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he grabbed her door.
“Um, getting out of the car.” She glanced around in bewilderment. She hadn’t accidentally scratched his car or anything, had she?
“You do not open your own door nor do up or undo your own seatbelt.”
Would she ever understand this guy? He was grumbly. Grouchy. Stern.
Yet he got upset at her undoing her own seatbelt?
He walked with her up to the front door.
Fudge knuckles.
She was supposed to use the basement entrance, but she couldn’t lead Reuben down there. With how unpredictable he was being, he was likely to take issue with her living in the basement.
So she had to get rid of him before she went inside.
“At least you live in a decent neighborhood,” he muttered.
“You thought I lived in the slums, didn’t you?” she said lightly.
To be honest, she kind of did. The basement was awful. It was damp and filled with mold and mice. But at least the rest of the neighborhood was safe when she had to walk through it from the bus stop.
“Well, good night.”
“Not going to ask me in, Little Blossom?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Invite him in?
No. Nope. You never invited the Prince of Darkness into your house.
“Oh, wait, that’s vampires,” she muttered.
To her shock, he let out a short laugh. “I’m not a vampire, Little Blossom. If I want to go inside, I can.”
Fudge knuckles.
She was in trouble here.
“I have roommates. I can’t risk waking them up.”
“Roommates? Who?” he asked.
“My friend and her husband. This is their house. I’m just staying here.”
Shit. They were going to wake up Eric. Fear filled her.
He wouldn’t hurt her.
She was fairly certain.
But he was a jerk.
“What’s wrong?” he rumbled. “Do you not want to stay here? That’s it. You’re coming with me.”
What the heck?
Um. Nope. She was not going anywhere with him.
Not. Happening.
“What? No. No, I do. I’m just worried we’ll wake up half the neighborhood.” She forced irritation into her voice. “And I’m tired and cold. And you’re keeping me out here talking. Good night. Uh, thanks for everything.”
She couldn’t help but add on that last sentence.
Her mama had taught her to always use her manners.
Turning, she grabbed her keys from her handbag, grateful that Cammie had given her a key to the front door.
For emergencies.
Then she unlocked it and stepped inside.
Reuben didn’t say another word and she breathed out a sigh of relief.
Well, that’s what she told herself it was.
“Lock the door, Faith,” he growled.
She jumped, letting out a short squeal.
Oh God. Crap.
Turning, she set the deadbolt.
“See you in the morning. Come in late. Catch up on your sleep.”
She shot him a salute.
“Just be grateful I can’t see whatever face or gesture you’re doing right now. Or I’d have to punish you.”
She let out a sigh of relief as she heard him walking away. She slid down on her ass to the floor.
Suddenly, a light went on and she gasped, looking up in shock at Eric’s sneering face.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Faith?”
Faith tensed. Fuck. She tried very hard not to be on her own with Eric. It made her feel terrible, but she honestly felt nauseous around him. She always had.