Drunk Dial Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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He looked up at the sky then back at me. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, okay? I remember your face from back then like it was yesterday, and I will never forget it. You fascinated me, because I remember feeling like you looked different than most girls but not in a bad way. I loved your big nose and those bushy brows. But I love this nose, too. I love both your faces. That’s probably because I would love any package you came in.”

The chill from the ocean had nothing on the warmth I was feeling inside of me in that moment. His words had truly touched me. No one had ever made me feel so beautiful inside and out.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, too, Landon. And I’m really happy to be here with you.”

He gently rubbed his thumb along mine. “Please, stay a little while.”

There was no way I could leave him right now.

I nodded. “Okay.”

With renewed energy, he pulled me up off of the sand. “Let’s take you shopping.”

We spent the rest of the morning out getting me necessities like underwear, a bra, and a few outfits.

Somehow, all of this time, we’d never discussed what kind of car he had. So, I was surprised to find that despite his modest apartment, Landon drove a really nice slate-colored Range Rover Sport. When I asked him how he could have afforded it, he explained that he’d been saving up for years. Also, the lunch truck did pretty well. He’d taken out a loan to start his business and was able to pay that off within two years. Now, the food truck revenue covered his car payment and other bills while also allowing him to employ Melanie and put a little extra away.

In the afternoon, Landon insisted on taking me to a small boutique in Venice Beach that sold beach-casual clothing. He wanted me to pick out something cute to wear in case we went to this rooftop bar some of his friends would be hanging out at later.

I’d gone into the dressing room to try on a blue romper I’d selected. As was typical, it was snug around my ass and boobs while the waist fit perfectly. I wanted to get his opinion. After all, he was paying for it.

When I stepped out to the area where he was sitting, Landon was scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he noticed me, and his eyes lit up.

“You look really gorgeous in that.”

“You like it better than the last one?”

“I love it. Get it. Get them all.”

Just as I’d turned around to head back to the dressing room, my phone slipped out of my hands. When I bent down fast to grab it, the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable.

The material over my ass split. At least, that’s what it sounded and felt like.

Oh, no.

Stay calm.

Maybe he didn’t notice.

The next thing I knew, Landon came up behind me, covering my body with his as he quickly ushered me to the dressing room.

Once inside, we stared at each other for a brief moment before simultaneously breaking out into hysterical laughter.

I wiped my eyes. “I can’t even look. How bad is it?”

“Bad is not how I would describe getting to see your ass for a split second—pun intended.”

“Thanks for coming to my rescue. I think I went into shock and just froze. Definitely didn’t want to be on display for all the store to see.”

He winked. “I’ve got you covered.”

“Literally.”

In the close confines of the small dressing room, there was no way to escape the sexual energy in the air. Our faces were close, and I was certain he was going to finally kiss me. My heart was pounding like crazy.

His eyes fell to my lips. “I’ll let you get dressed.” Then, he turned away.

Nothing.

Wow.

I was dying inside.

Landon slipped out, returning to the waiting area while I finished putting my clothes back on. He ended up buying me the two dresses I had tried on before the romper.

The sun was shining brightly as we walked back out onto the sidewalk. We paused just in front of his car.

Holding a large shopping bag, I said, “I’m gonna pay you back for all of these clothes you bought me today.”

“Fuck the clothes. You can pay me back by not running back to Michigan.”

I truly didn’t know how long I could stay out here; I had obligations. We hadn’t discussed an exact timeframe, but I knew I was going to have to return home soon. I couldn’t realistically stay more than a week.

“That reminds me, I should call work when we get back to your place and let them know I’ll be gone a week.”

He looked seriously disappointed. “A week? That’s all you can stay?”

“Well, for now, yes. I may be able to come back if I can save up.”


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