Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“He sounds like a good friend,” she says, her brown eyes twinkling.
“He was.”
Aiden brings the bottle of wine, two glasses, and some cheese fries with bacon all over them. He gives me a nod and thankfully leaves to let me chat with my date.
“Was?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a sigh. “Cancer took him about ten years ago.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I hated how ironic it was for the doctor to die from an illness he couldn’t treat. I still have lunch with his wife and son from time to time to catch up. He’d want me to check in on them, you know?”
“That’s awfully sweet of you. And here I didn’t think the good doctor could get any better?”
“Oh,” I tease with a smirk. “It gets much better.”
She laughs as she pulls some cheese fries onto a plate. We both get engrossed in talking about how delicious the food is. Aiden stops by to ask for our order before making himself absent again. The sky goes through its daily change from bright blue, to orange and pink and purple, to dark navy as evening falls. I’m thankful the view was so breathtaking and we got to admire the sunset.
The steak is great, but the company is even better. When we finally finish, Aiden brings out a molten chocolate lava cake that’s “on the house.” Hearing Lauren moan in such an enticing way makes me want to throw all the money in my wallet at Aiden.
“Want a bite?” she asks, licking her plump lips.
“Yes.”
Based on the wicked gleam in her eyes, I think she knows we’re both talking about something other than the dessert. When she holds out a fork, I take the bait and sample the cake. Rich and sweet and gooey.
“Good, huh?”
“Absolutely.” I sit back and sip my wine. “Now what? Do you want to go somewhere after this?”
“Your house,” she murmurs.
As much as my dick convinces us that it’s because she wants to fuck, I can see the fatigue wearing on her. It worries the hell out of me.
“Sure thing, angel. Let me get the check.”
She smiles and puts on a brave face for me, but something is wrong. And if I didn’t think she’d run, I’d take her to the ER right now. Have them do every test imaginable so we can find out what lurks within her and fix it.
But she’d hate me.
And I can’t have that when I haven’t even given her a chance to love me.
Lauren
Holy shit.
I expected his house to be nice, being a doctor and all, but I didn’t expect it to be this nice. When we arrived twenty minutes ago, he gave me the grand tour. We bypassed where Jenna stays and I’m glad. It feels a little awkward to meet my new boyfriend’s daughter who’s my age only to disappear with him to his bedroom. No one wants to imagine their dad fucking, no matter how hot he is to everyone else. I’d feel grossed out if someone was to do that with my dad.
So, when we snuck off to his bedroom and he shut us safely inside, I was finally able to breathe easier.
But now that we’re alone, I can feel my nerves fraying. Last night was so easy. We’d practically fucked on my bed. Until this moment, I’d been ready to go.
“You okay?” Daniel asks, his green eyes assessing me.
“Yep,” I squeak out, forcing a smile.
He walks over to me and cups my cheek. “You know if you don’t want to do anything, we don’t have to. I’m perfectly happy with going into the living room and watching a movie with you. As long as I get to hold your hand and kiss you, I’m happy.”
I melt a little at his words. “I’m just nervous.”
“You don’t have to be with me,” he assures me. “You set the pace. I’m just here for the ride.” He winks at me, setting my insides on fire.
“Maybe we could take a bath.” I bite on my bottom lip, frowning at him. “Is that okay?”
He laughs. “Relax, angel. If you want to bathe with me, that’s what we’ll do. I wanted to make this date perfect and your opinion weighs heavily on that.”
God, why does he have to be so damn wonderful?
“A bath,” I tell him. “And bubbles if you have any.” I tap my chin in thought. “Candles?”
“Anything else, your highness?” He smirks at me.
“Yeah, smartass, maybe you can fan me and feed me grapes too.”
His green eyes twinkle with amusement before he disappears into his large bathroom. I kick off my cowgirl boots and peel off my socks. The water begins running and a few minutes later, he exits the bathroom as I’m tying my hair up in a bun.
“Need help?” he asks, gesturing at my dress.
I could manage the zipper myself, but a thrill shoots through me with the thought of him doing it for me. Turning away from him, I offer my back to him.