Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I was on the couch in the living room when my phone lit up with his name.
My eyes immediately shifted to Bolton.
He was on his computer, working in front of the TV like he usually did in the evenings. He used to go into his study, but now he spent that time with me.
I felt a jolt of guilt, but then it quickly faded away, because I was innocent of any wrongdoing.
I grabbed my phone and read his message.
Let’s have dinner tomorrow.
He didn’t ask women to dinner, but now he’d asked me three times. All he’d done was touch my thigh, but our relationship felt far more intimate. His dark eyes and hard appearance flicked across my mind. Then there was the desire, the image of his naked chest that burned behind my eyes, the excitement that made my hands tremble.
I glanced at Bolton.
He was too absorbed in his computer to notice.
Can I take you out this time?
I heard his deep voice in my head when I read his response. No.
Come on…
But I’ll let you pick the place, sweetheart.
Bolton and I never discussed the terms of our new relationship, but I assumed the open marriage only applied to the times he was gone from the house. That meant my time with Theo was restricted to a couple days a week.
I wondered who Bolton was spending time with, if it was a woman he liked…or if it was a line of nameless women who were only in his bed long enough to crinkle the sheets. I tried not to think about it too much. Otherwise, it would crush me.
I drove to Theo’s place like I did last time, an overnight bag in the back seat, the same bag I’d brought last time but didn’t use.
I wasn’t sure if I would use it this time either.
If Theo was frustrated by the slow pace, he didn’t show it. For a man with a ruthless reputation, he was quite the gentleman. Said things to me I’d never heard another man say. Made me feel his touch even when he was across the table. In the short amount of time I’d spent with him, I knew he was a special breed of man.
When I arrived at his place, he was ready for me, wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, showing off the cords that popped in his forearms, the ink across his beautiful skin. Every time I saw him, he dressed casually like this, not having any desire to impress anyone around him.
But I found that confidence more impressive than anything he could wear.
He could wear a burlap sack and still look like a sculpture made by da Vinci’s own hands.
He had to tilt his chin down to look at me, even in the high heels I wore, because he must be six and a half feet tall. A behemoth of height and muscle, a gourmet cut of meat, he was the finest specimen of man.
I held his stare, feeling my skin melt under the heat of his gaze. Whether I wore a little black cocktail dress or a pencil skirt for the office, he looked at me like I was wearing the sluttiest lingerie ever made.
No one had ever looked at me like that, not even my own husband.
“Where are we going?”
I hadn’t thought about it once. I’d been thinking about him all day, running my fingers through that dark hair and kissing that hard mouth. “I liked that place close to the gallery.”
“You had a salad.”
I smirked. “Are you ever going to let that go?”
He didn’t smile at the taunt. His eyes remained as hard as ever. “I never let anything go.” Without taking his eyes off me, he wrapped his big hand around mine, and he gently pulled me out the door to his Range Rover.
He pulled onto the road, and like last time, his hand went to my thigh, his fingers sliding all the way until he could touch my black thong underneath. His hand was so big it took up my entire thigh, and it made me wonder how big the rest of him was.
With one hand on the wheel and the lights striking his dark eyes, he looked sexy as hell driving us to dinner, commanding the road with confidence and calm, not caring about the traffic or the asshole who’d run the red light.
“I’m surprised you don’t have people drive you around.” Sometimes Bolton had men pick us up and transfer us elsewhere. Theo had had one of his men drive me home on our first night together, but I’d never seen him be driven anywhere.
“My men don’t need to know where I am every minute of the day.”
“So, you don’t trust them?”
“I don’t trust anybody.”
I looked down at his hand and saw the tendons pop across his hand and connect to his knuckles. There were little scars in the skin, like he’d been cut with a couple knives and the wounds had healed over long ago. I had one person in my life I trusted…until he asked to break our marriage vows. I could appreciate his honesty—or wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t given him my blessing.