Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Oh, shit!” I squeak, kicking free of the covers and practically falling out of bed. I catch myself as my weak legs threaten to give out from under me, and I blush when I feel the sticky reminder of just how thoroughly Jared took care of me last night. Despite the fact I absolutely could not survive another round right now, my core gives an empty pulse that half convinces me it’d be worth it.
“What’s wrong?” Jared asks, concern obvious in his voice. He chucks his phone onto the bed and rushes to my side to comfort me.
Shit, this man is too perfect. “It’s 8:35!” I tell him, eyes wide and scanning the floor for clothes. There’s no time to stop by my place to change, so I’ll need to make do with yesterday’s clothes…if I can find them. As it is, there’s no way I’ll make it to class on time.
“Is that bad?” Jared asks, obviously not understanding my freakout.
I find my bra and yank it on, groaning when the stupid clasps slip against each other instead of hooking. Jared bats my hands away and hooks my bra on for me, making my heart feel all warm and fuzzy from just that simple action.
“My first class is at nine.” That mushy feeling intensifies when he drops to his knee to grab the tank top he stripped off me yesterday. I let him help me dress, secretly loving the way he’s dressing me with the same dedication as he undressed me the day before. “And there’s no way in hell I’ll get from here to there in time. It’ll take like forty minutes to walk there.”
“Ah.” Jared nods. “Well, I can’t have you running through the streets. Or going to class on an empty stomach. Get dressed, little fairy, and let’s go.”
I swear to God I swoon, despite the mild panic at how badly I’ve overslept. For a second, all I can do is stare at the still-naked and beautifully sculpted man in front of me, wondering if I’ve dreamed him into existence. But no, I couldn’t have. Not even my dream man was as amazing as Jared. I break myself out of my trance to yank on my clothes and run my hands through my hair in a failed attempt at taming the strands.
Jared glances at me and chuckles. “I only have a comb, I’m afraid,” he teases, handing over a comb that will probably snap if I try to tug it through my hair. “I’ll make sure to get a proper brush for next time.”
My heart skips a beat at that. Yup, it’s official. I’m royally screwed, head over heels for this man. After like…two days. Is it possible to be in love with someone that fast? There’s no other explanation for the way my heart is doing somersaults and the hundreds of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
I don’t have time to untangle my thoughts or my hair, which I just put up into a strategic messy bun, because the second I shove my shoes on, we’re out the door. Jared takes my hand, jogging with me to the elevator and out of the hotel.
“Get in, I’ll be back in two seconds.” He tosses me his car keys and gives me a wink before he darts back inside.
Confused but not complaining, I take the keys and head around to the car park to climb into the passenger seat. I don’t have a license, so there’s no risk of me stealing his insanely fancy car, but I’m still slightly honored at the fact he trusts me like this anyway.
Three minutes later, Jared returns, a paper bag and coffee cup in his hand. I take both eagerly as he throws himself into the driver’s seat and heads to the college.
I sip the coffee and moan at how good it is, thanking him at least five times when I see a huge chocolate croissant in the bag, too. I wish I could kiss him, but with the way he’s driving with utter determination to get me to class on time, I don’t want to distract him.
When we stop, I jump out, clutching my goodies in my hands, and rush round to his side. He rolls the window down, and I’m about to sneak a kiss in thanks before I run to the classroom when someone shouts my name.
“Juliet! There you are!” Laura calls.
The sound of my best friend’s voice makes me jump, nearly spilling my coffee, and I take a huge step back from the car. Shit. She nearly caught me kissing her dad.
Laura walks over to us and frowns when she sees who’s just dropped me off. My heart races in my chest, and I try to hide the guilt that sweeps through me. I don’t regret anything that’s happening between Jared and me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad about the fact I’m screwing my best friend’s father.