Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
The room only had the local channels, which made me wonder how she passed the time whenever she wasn’t at work since I knew she didn’t know anyone in the city.
It only took me five minutes of channel surfing to get bored, so I stood up and crossed the room to where Atlas was carefully applying her makeup. I wanted to curse her ass out for wasting time with that shit, but I didn’t want her to change her mind about going with me willingly.
Contrary to what she might think, I didn’t relish the idea of forcing her hand. I wanted her to choose me, but if she chose to do shit the hard way instead, then so be it.
Our reservation was in an hour, and apparently, they were impossible to get, so I plucked her toothbrush from the holder and grabbed the jar of edge control sitting next to it. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing as I dipped her toothbrush in the gel and brought it to her hairline.
“Owen!” she screamed when I started brushing her baby hair. You’d think I’d slapped her the way her horrified gaze was staring at me through the mirror. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m trying to help you hurry the fuck up so we can go! Now, stay still.” I tried to do that swoop shit that had black women in a chokehold, but she ducked and dodged me like I was trying to murder her ass.
“That’s my toothbrush, crazy! That’s nasty!”
I stared down at her to see if she was serious, and when I saw her holding back a laugh so she could stay mad, I sucked my teeth. “Cap. I’ve seen girls on the gram using this shit before.”
“They use a different toothbrush, dummy, not the same one they brush their teeth with.” She snatched her ruined toothbrush from me and threw it in the trash before reaching over and digging through her toiletry bag. She eventually found what she was looking for and pulled out a thin, hot-pink tool, holding it up to show me. “You can also use an edge brush, which I have.” It looked and was the same size as her toothbrush but with a little comb attached to the bottom.
“Oh…my bad.”
She shook her head, and I saw the dimples in her cheeks appear as she tried her hardest not to laugh. Eventually, she lost the fight, and we both lost our composure until there was only the sound of our laughter.
“I can’t believe you did that.” She went back to applying her makeup with one last chuckle.
“Your edges were looking rough, baby. I was just trying to look out.”
“Whatever.” She sprayed her face with some mist and then picked up her brush to finish what I’d started. “You’re buying me a new toothbrush.”
“I got you.” Her phone was still playing music, so we both fell into a comfortable silence as “Girls Need Love” by Drake & Summer Walker came through her speakers. Halfway through the song, our gazes met and held in the mirror for the third time as the lyrics quickly shifted the mood from relaxed to sexual. “Where the hell did you get this shit from?” I asked to distract myself. I was close to saying fuck it and bending her ass over the sink, so I picked up her discarded shower cap to inspect it. “I didn’t even know they made them this long. Shit looks like a used condom.”
“Stop!” She chuckled. “It does not.”
“If you say so,” I mumbled. I set it back down and returned to the chair by the door to put some space between us.
Once she was finally done with her face and hair about ten minutes later, I watched her walk over to the bed and stare at the dress I’d picked out. I could tell she was contemplating whether or not it was worth fighting over when I tapped my watch, and she rolled her eyes before plucking it from the bed.
I’d been expecting her to take the dress into the bathroom to change, but she didn’t. Atlas slipped the towel from her body and let it fall to the floor while watching me from the corner of her eye. I didn’t notice the bottle of lotion she’d brought with her until she uncapped it, squirted some in her palm, and started to slowly spread it on the leg she had propped on the bed.
“Damn, Dream.” I groaned under my breath after watching her for a while. My dick jumped in my slacks—yeah, I’d dressed up for her mean ass—but I knew by the small smile on her lips that she’d heard me. Her body was fucking incredible. Her tits were small, round, and perky with nipples like chocolate gumdrops, while her ass was just enough for me to grab, slap, and sink my teeth into the moment this date was over. “You know what you’re doing,” I told her. I fixed my accusing gaze on her as I watched her come to her senses and quickly slip on a thong and then the dress.