Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Imagine if you did, though.” She giggles, “Daddy came around in his cop uniform and did a cavity search and then he fucked Mommy before she knew his surname.” She holds her coffee up in another cheers symbol.
I throw my hands over my eyes in horror, “Stop! It sounds so bad.”
“Well,” she then thinks for a moment, “what did he say before he left this morning?”
“He asked me on a date.”
“He asked you out on a date,” she gasps. “When?”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“I know, so I need to be hot.”
“I thought you wanted to get back with Rodney?”
“I know. But I had so much fun with Dylan so I’m just going to see what happens.”
Avril smiles broadly, “I like this plan.”
I pull the red dress up and look at my reflection. “Nope.” I put the next dress on and turn and look at my behind, “Yuck.” I tear it off over my head. I tap my chin as I go over the contents of my wardrobe. I want to be sexy but cute with a side of irresistible.
Damn it, nothing here fits the bill.
I’ve been floating on air ever since Dylan left this morning. I get an image of the two of us kissing goodbye at my front door.
How I didn’t want him to leave…. And how I could feel that he didn’t want to go.
I turn and look at my behind in the mirror, fuck it. Total crap.
I tear off the dress.
Well, this is going to be a disaster if I can’t find something half decent to wear.
Why didn’t I buy something new today?
I flip through my coat hangers with renewed determination.
I have to look perfect.
The car pulls into my driveway right on seven, and I run up the hall pretending that I hadn’t been secretly waiting at the window for him to arrive.
The doorbell rings and with my heart thumping hard in my chest I take one long last look in the mirror. I’m wearing a pink fitted dress, it’s off the shoulders and clings to my curves. I have nude-colored, strappy stilettos on, and my long dark hair is out and full.
He hasn’t seen me dressed up before, I want him to be wowed.
Right…., this is it.
Don’t fuck it up, Zoe.
I open the door and there he stands, 6ft3 of gorgeous man and it’s me who is wowed.
Black jeans that fit perfectly and show his sculptured thick quads, and a light blue shirt that hangs perfectly from his broad shoulders. Tanned muscular forearms that have thick veins coursing down to his perfect hands.
I nearly swallow my tongue at the sight of him.
Wow.
His brown hair is sitting in messy curls and his aftershave is next-level intoxicating.
“Hi.” He smiles, his eyes drop down my body.
“Hi.” I beam.
“You look fucking delicious,” he says as he steps forward and takes me into his arms.
Delicious.
He thinks I’m delicious.
Touch down!
I giggle as he walks me backwards into the house, with his lips locked on mine, his hands are on my behind, and I can feel his erection through his pants. “Screw going out, let’s fuck instead.” He smiles against my lips.
“No.”
He kisses me hungrily before he drops to his knees and begins to pull my dress up.
“Dylan.” I laugh as I step back from him. “We’re acting like grown up humans tonight, remember?”
“I prefer to be an adolescent animal.” He walks forward on his knees to try and grab me again.
“We’re going out on a date.” I grab his hands and pull him up from the floor.
“Ugh, fine.” He grumbles, he takes my hand in his. “You ready?”
“Aha.”
He leads me through the front door and out to his car, it’s a beat-up pale blue pickup truck, and I roll my lips to hide my smile. He couldn’t be more different to Rodney. Rodney is all about appearances, he drives a Porsche and wouldn’t be seen dead in this car. I look around at the dings and scratches, this car has character. I kind of like it.
Dylan opens the door for me and as I slink into the front seat I say, “Such a gentleman.” I smile.
“If you say so.” He slams the door shut and gets into the driver’s side and looks over at me, “So where do you want to go?”
He doesn’t have anything arranged, what?
“Umm…. I don’t mind.”
“I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a few different restaurants,” he says casually as he starts the car.
I frown.
“You get to pick, either Italian, Thai, Vietnamese, à la carte, or good old fashioned country food”.
My heart swells. “I’m happy to eat whatever you want.”
“Oh no you don’t, you pick. I’m not having this on me if you don’t like the food.”
“Trust me Dylan, I like all food.”
He raises an impatient eyebrow.
“Okay then, Italian?”
“Sounds good.” With his eyes on the road, he reaches over and takes my hand and puts it on his muscular thigh, I smile out the window.