Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
We landed at two in the afternoon, and I rented a Rolls Royce for the weekend now that I knew she was into cars. I usually did that anyway. It was the best way to drive all sorts of amazing cars in all parts of the world.
It didn’t take long for us to get to the hotel near the French Quarter, and she smirked when she saw the one bed in our suite.
She nodded to it. “That’s presumptuous.”
I jumped onto the bed, and with my hand holding my head up as I lay sideways, I patted the spot next to me. “I thought we could tuck each other in.”
“Are you a bed hog?”
“No, but I do sleep naked.”
“Then we have that in common.”
I grinned, loving our easy connection.
I didn’t know what would come out of this weekend, but I’d enjoy the wild ride.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
DUCHESS
We walked for hours and talked about random things. His face lit up as he told me about his family and siblings. It was endearing to watch. He talked about his mom and how she was his best friend. It was probably one of the sweetest things I had ever heard anyone say.
Especially from a man, but I imagined my brothers would be the same when it came to our mother. You could see his affection for his family from a mile away.
His mannerisms.
His gestures.
Even his smiles were like witnessing something exclusive and extraordinary for the first time. It was then that I realized I hadn’t had a real conversation with anyone in such a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time I really talked to someone the way he talked to me. It was like he wanted me to know everything about him, like he wanted to share his life with me, and I didn’t understand why.
Men didn’t usually treat me like that.
I was the DJ.
The girl who brought the party and shit. Sometimes I supplied the drugs.
I was the party girl.
The one-night stand.
I wasn’t this woman I was pretending to be with him. I couldn’t remember being this girl, and it scared me more than anything. At times, I felt like I was the only girl in the world. I loved that feeling.
I watched the way his lips moved.
I watched the way he grinned.
I watched the way he opened every door for me.
I especially watched the way he looked at me, pulling the hair away from my face.
We went to a nice dinner on Bourbon Street and had a few drinks down the strip, enjoying each other’s company. I don’t know how long we rode the carriage ride, but it took us everywhere. Both of us had been to the city before, but it was different this time around, and I knew I wasn’t just speaking for myself.
I took a shower first when we got back to the hotel room, and when I slipped a silk robe over my nightie and walked into the room, he was lying on the bed, wearing a pair of gym shorts with no shirt on.
And just like that… his dick decided to wave hello.
Grinning like a fool, he announced, “What can I say? He has a mind of his own.”
“I see that. Scoot over.”
He did. Before I could question what I was doing, I turned with my back up against his chest, and he didn’t hesitate to pull me closer to his body. I’d be lying if I said I was surprised he didn’t take it any further, and to be completely honest, I don’t know how I would have reacted if he had. I couldn’t ignore the fact that he didn’t try something, and that made me truly respect the hell out of him.
He didn’t expect me to fuck him on the first night, and that hadn’t happened in a very long time. Men didn’t usually treat me that way, and it was a nice change of pace.
We slept like that all night.
It wasn’t until the morning that I realized I had forgotten to take my sleeping pills. I slept through the entire night without a nightmare.
And that hadn’t happened in years.
Except when I woke up, I was alone.
“Luke?” I called out to no avail. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand, and it read 9:30. “Where did he go?” I asked aloud just as the door was opening.
“Mornin’,” he welcomed with a smile. He held two bags in one hand and a tray with two coffees in the other. He also had a bag of food under his arm.
“Morning,” I replied.
“I didn’t know how you take your coffee, but there’s cream and sugar in the bag. I hope beignets are all right for breakfast.”
“Oh… thanks.”
He placed the bag of food on the bed and handed me my coffee.
I opened the bag for the cream and Splenda. After I mixed my coffee and took a bite of the beignet, he wiped the powdered sugar off my lips with his thumb.