Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you doing?” Looking to my right, I hold the steak in my hand up higher so Sven, who is standing just outside the sliding glass door that leads to the deck off the kitchen, can see, and then lay it on the grill before doing the same with the second one. “The neighbors are going to think you’re nuts,” he mutters as I shut the lid on the barbecue.
“Oh well,” I tell him, pulling off the gloves. “They’ve probably already seen me naked. Me wearing yellow gloves is better than that.”
“Nothing better then you naked, baby.” He smiles, and then his eyes drop to my hands. “Are these really necessary?” He chuckles as he takes the gloves from me.
“I didn’t want to get blood on my hands.”
“If you would have woken me up, I would have done it.”
“You needed to sleep.”
“I didn’t need to sleep. I fell asleep.”
“Because you were tired,” I point out, walking back into the kitchen, where I take out two baked potatoes from the microwave and cut them out of the plastic surrounding them.
“How long have you been down here?” he asks, leaning back against the counter watching me.
“Not long,” I mutter as I move around him to the fridge and grab the butter, stopping when he grabs me around my waist.
“I could have eaten you for dinner,” he says against my neck as his arms wrap around me.
“Oh,” I moan as his tongue licks up my neck, and then squeak as he lifts me up to the counter. “Dinner is going to burn,” I groan into his mouth as his hands move up my sides under my shirt.
“Let it burn.” He grinds against me, then mutters, “Fuck,” when his phone rings. Stepping back an inch, he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts and looks at the number. “Give me a second,” he mumbles, kissing my forehead and putting his phone to his ear, walking away.
Letting out a breath, I hop off the counter then go to the fridge. I grab a bowl of salad and freeze when I hear Sven in the next room snarl, “You have got to be shitting me.”
Dropping the bowl to the counter, I walk toward the living room, where I hear him tell whoever is on the phone, “I’ll be there in fifteen.” Then he hangs up and looks at me.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, studying the pissed-off look on his face.
“A fire broke out at the club in one of the bathrooms. I gotta head out. The cops and the fire department are there.”
“What?” I gasp.
“I’ll call and explain everything, but I gotta go, baby.”
“I’m coming with you,” I tell him, but he shakes his head.
“Yes, I’m going with you.” Without giving him the chance to argue with me, I run through the house, out the backdoor of the kitchen, turn off the grill, and then run back through to head up the stairs, finding Sven in the bedroom. He’s already dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a grey V-neck tee. Running past him, I go to the closet, grab a pair of jeans, slip off my sweats, and put on the pants while hopping around before slipping my feet into a pair of sandals.
“You’re not coming,” he says blocking the closet door with his arms across his chest and his feet planted apart.
“I am.” I put my hands on my hips and glare at him.
“No, you’re gonna stay here. I don’t know what the fuck happened tonight, but I don’t want you there.”
“Sven—”
“Maggie, I’m not fucking around. You are not coming. As soon as I’m gone, I want you to set the alarm, keep your phone on you, and stay put.”
“I’m coming, Sven, and if you think I’m not, you need to think again, because the minute you leave, I’m in my car following behind you, so you can either suck it up and let me ride with, or—”
“Fuck!” He tilts his head back and looks at the ceiling then his eyes drop to meet mine. “Why the hell couldn’t I fall for a chick who does what the fuck I tell her to do?” he asks, and I feel my eyes go squinty.
“You would have been bored out of your gourd with a woman like that.” I tell him the truth; he would ruin a woman who didn’t stand up to him.
“You stay at my side. You are not out of my sight, not even for a second,” he barks, and I fight my smile, ‘cause I know he won’t appreciate me gloating right now.
“I’ll stick to you like glue,” I agree.
“Don’t make me regret taking you.”
“You won’t.” I smile, then walk past him out of the closet and then rush down to his Suburban before he can change his mind.