Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I could fall for this woman. I could lose myself to her. Dammit. I feel as though I already am.
“What’s there to eat?” She stretches out, her beautiful body on full display.
I take it in because there’s no way I won’t savor each moment I’m gifted with this; with her in my presence, open and exposed in every possible way.
“Food,” I answer because I can’t think straight.
She smiles. “Eggs, maybe? Scrambled, and do you think they have pancakes and some fresh fruit? I love fresh fruit in the morning.”
Berries in particular, I want to add, but that’s another sign of how carefully I’ve studied her social media profiles. I’ve seen enough posts of her eating a big bowl of berries to know they rank on her list of favorite foods.
“I’ll get all of that for you,” I promise, hoping that the chefs on this ship can accommodate that request. “Coffee, too?”
“Yes, please.” She nods. “With a splash of cream.”
I save that to memory because maybe in some off chance we’ll cross paths in a café in Manhattan and I’ll be able to buy her a coffee.
“How do you take your coffee?” she asks with a tilt of her head.
“One sugar,” I say. “I need a little sweetness.”
“Like me?” Her eyes say she’s teasing me, but she is a little sweetness in my world. I already know I’ll be craving more once this ship docks in Miami.
“Just like you.” I kiss her again before I glance at the phone on the table next to the bed. “I’ll order breakfast now.”
She stops me by touching her hand to my cheek. “Thank you, Donovan.”
“For what?” I ask with a chuckle. “The food?”
“The food, the fun, all of it.”
I read between the lines. The fucks have been fun but it’s more than that. She’s grateful for the escape from life that I’ve given her. I’m just as grateful to her for allowing me to step out of the chaos of my day-to-day existence for a few hours.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Delia
“Do you love him as much as I do?” I ask Donovan as he sits on the edge of the bed, studying his palm.
His head snaps up. “Who? Clever? No, I don’t, Delia.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You don’t love Clever?”
A smile glides over his lips. “No, do you?”
“I might,” I tease, batting my eyelashes. “He’s kind of cute. He can make me disappear which could come in handy sometimes, and he was killing that top hot look. It’s not easy to pull off.”
His bare chest juts out. “I could totally pull it off.”
I have no doubt about that since I’m confident he can pull off any look. Right now, for instance, he’s wearing faded jeans and nothing else. He tugged them on over an hour ago when someone knocked on the door to deliver our food.
I opted to put on a T-shirt I found draped over the back of a cream colored chair. The shirt is white and almost transparent so it did little to hide my tits, but I ducked into the washroom to get out of view of the person pushing the room service cart.
Since I left the door cracked open slightly I could hear the conversation between Donovan and the man who was grateful for what he called “the very large tip,” he received from my lover.
My mom always told me that you could tell a lot about a man by how well he tips. All of my brothers are generous in that regard. It puts a smile on my face to know that Donovan is too.
“Are you asking if I love your brother as much as you do?” He leans back slightly, drawing my gaze down his torso to the waistband of his jeans. “I love how committed he is to the job, and I do care about what happens to him so I guess in my own way, I do love him.”
I like knowing that but it reminds me yet again of how connected our lives are back home in New York City.
“Don’t you dare tell him I said that.” He wags a finger at me in warning.
“Or what?” I taunt him by pouting my lips. “You’ll do what to me exactly?”
“What don’t you want me to do to you, Delia?” he challenges.
Don’t break my heart.
I keep those words inside of me because I only said them to a man once and he still went ahead and shattered my heart.
“You can do anything you want to me.” I hold his gaze with mine so he knows I’m deadly serious.
“I’ll remember that,” he promises, a wicked tone edging his voice.
I glance at the book sitting near the couch I’m on. “I was actually asking about him. The author. Nicholas Wolf. Do you love his books as much as I do?”
“More,” he answers without hesitation. “And I’m not just saying that because his sister-in-law works for me.”