Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Beck’s muscles stiffened at the notion. “I don’t agree with you. It’s just one more person to love … and possibly lose.” He cleared his throat. “But Tripp’s idea makes sense.” And it helped ease the knot building in his chest.
Changing his mind, he picked up his glass and took a final sip, still weighing his options, ultimately deciding Tripp was right. If he put a limit on this thing with Chloe, he could handle it without hurting either one of them. And that’s what he’d keep telling himself until he believed it.
Chapter Seven
Beck planned to take Chloe to the exclusive club he belonged to in the heart of the Hudson Yards. Only the elite could be members, and Beck didn’t say that lightly. It was the crown jewel of private social clubs. Booking a private room here, where no one else would see them or have access, was something he’d never considered before and probably never would again. Michelin star chefs and staff that were vetted and arguably the best in the world were at his disposal.
He’d made the decision before Tripp had imparted his wise words about how to handle things with Chloe because Beck wanted to treat her to the best. Yes, her family could afford access, and for all he knew, Linc was a member. Beck didn’t keep track of the who’s who on the roster. But his gut told him nobody had treated Chloe like the princess she’d dressed as the night of her aborted wedding. He intended to do just that and refused to question why.
Before heading to meet with his brothers, he’d texted her and told her to wear the nicest dress she had in the closet. He’d followed it up with, if she didn’t have a fancy dress at his place, have one sent over. She was going to need it, and he knew Chloe had the connections to be ready when he returned.
By the time he walked into his loft, it was close to seven thirty, and he still wanted to take a shower and change. Today had felt much longer than planned.
He was tired, almost wishing he had no plans for the night. Until he saw Chloe. She stepped from the hall into the entryway, and one look blew him away. She wore a white, sleeveless, fitted dress that ended above the knee, hugging her slim waist and fuller hips. But it was the black leather straps that caught his attention. Leather ran around both the neckline and her shoulders, crisscrossing at the waist and stretching beneath her breasts. Breasts he’d held in his hands and tasted with his mouth.
His cock, already hard from looking at her, now stood at attention at the memory. He forced his gaze upward to her amused face, which was gorgeous. Her makeup accentuated her blue eyes, and her plush lips were a gorgeous pink. He slipped a hand into his front pocket and not so subtly adjusted himself.
She graced him with a knowing smile. “Are you going to say something or just stare at me all night? Because really, either way works for me.”
He grinned, stepping forward and taking her hand. “You look gorgeous, Chloe. Take-my-breath-away gorgeous.”
Those lips lifted in a pleased smile. “Glad you like.”
He so fucking did. “I need to take a quick shower and I’ll be ready to go.”
She nodded. “Hurry up. I’m hungry.”
Another thing he liked about Chloe Kingston. She didn’t hide the fact that she appreciated food. “Don’t worry. I have a special night planned that will satisfy all your desires.” With a wink, he headed off to shower. And probably to take the edge off before he sat through a long dinner before they got to dessert.
* * *
Chloe glanced at the man she had no business ogling no matter how hot he looked in his black slacks, matching jacket, and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck. Freshly showered, he smelled delicious, with a hint of his musky after shave surrounding her in the Rolls Royce Phantom Limousine on the way to dinner.
Not just a limousine but an icon her brothers used. Of course, Dash, the rock star, would want to make an entrance, and Xander, the thriller writer, desired space and privacy. Linc just enjoyed the good things. Beck had splurged, and knowing how much he liked to use a ride share and not act like the rich man he was, she more than appreciated the gesture.
The venue? A club her father and her brother also belonged to, but she’d never been here. Linc wasn’t much of a socializer, but he had the membership for wining and dining clients. All Chloe knew was that this was the most exclusive place in the city, and Beck had secured a private dining room just for them.
Which told her he was back to sending mixed signals.