Jock Royal (Jock Hard #4) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 102683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
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One word—one yes or no—is going to sum it up for him better than anything else he could have thought of to ask.

I wait until the server sets our drinks down, watching her walk away before giving him a wide set of eyes.

It’s a wonder they haven’t bugged out of my skull as I sit here, trying to figure out how to respond.

No: I wanted it to be you and only you because I’ve been harboring a secret crush on you since the night I moved in.

Yes: I would have easily invited someone else along, one of my female friends, without a second thought.

He waits.

I stall.

Whatever I say next is going to change the course of this dinner, this night, this weekend, and our lives when we get back home. I’m about to make it better, or worse, or more awkward than it’s already been, and I have no actual way of knowing which of the three it’ll be until I open my mouth and say the word.

Yes.

Or no.

“No,” I murmur breathily. Because I don’t think I would’ve come on this trip without him; he is the person I had in mind when I was daydreaming about this vacation, and he’s the only person I would’ve wanted with me. Period.

Ashley doesn’t say a word, just reaches for his glass again and takes a healthy sip, watching me from above the rim. I can feel his gaze like I could feel his hand on the small of my back when we were walking through the restaurant to our table, the intense gaze filling my body with tingles the way a body should react when you’re insanely attracted to someone but too afraid to say something.

Nervous energy.

Electric energy.

Flirty, alive energy.

We are in the city that never sleeps, the city of sin, having a reckoning we should have had before I moved into his house and down the hall. If I had been honest with myself before this moment, maybe things would be different and he would be here as my date and not just as a friend.

But I have a feeling that’s all about to change.

His entire posture has changed.

Part of me wants him to reach over and take my hand; it might have been strategically placed on the table, palm resting flat, gold bracelet circling my wrist and winking at us both.

“Alright,” he says at long last.

What does he mean by that?

For the rest of dinner, we cast furtive glances at each other, almost shyly tiptoeing around the sudden shift I caused.

No. Alright.

When the server comes to clear our last remaining dinner plates, I no longer feel like dessert even though it would be included with the meal.

“Do you want to take something to go and we can eat it later in the hotel room?” Ashley asks smartly, savvier than I am at travel, having done it a thousand more times than I have.

“Great idea, yes.” I adjust the napkin on my lap, folding it before finally setting it on the table next to my discarded dessert spoon.

“Cheesecake might sound good in a few hours.”

He orders one slice to go, and another of chocolate cake, both of which appear soon after in pretty gold boxes, placed inside a black bag with utensils and napkins.

Fancy.

It feels decadent.

Too decadent, but something I could get used to if it happened more often. The dessert, I mean—not the way Ashley is watching me from his spot at the table.

When we stand at the end of our meal once the server has brought us our takeaway cheesecake and chocolate cake, Ashley crosses to my side of the table and does that thing where he leads me to the lobby, hand at the small of my back. And who would have guessed that of all the things in the whole wide world I would love the feel of so, so much, it would be a man’s hand in that spot.

It’s all I can do not to shiver.

Once we reach the street, we stand there taking in the lights and the loud sounds of traffic.

Ashley leans over to talk in my ear. “Want to explore?”

Do I? Not really. It was a travel day, and we’re going to spend tomorrow by the pool and walking around (I’m sure) plus trying our hand at a few tables in the casino—then another dinner plus a show?

“I think we should maybe head back, since it’s already ten and we have a long day tomorrow…” I hope he doesn’t think I’m a wet rag for wanting to get a good night’s sleep—in a city that never rests.

“Perfect.”

He has our dessert bag in one hand and grabs my hand with the other, following the neon sign of our hotel, lit high above in the Vegas night. It’s a beacon and we don’t need directions to get back, though we still have to dodge and weave our way through people on the sidewalks, then again past the fountain.


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