Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“I almost did.” I can’t believe I said that. “But my assistant wouldn’t call for me.” Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that. Closing my eyes, I pray for the ground to open up and swallow me, but nothing happens.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” He takes my hand and leads me through the dark restaurant. “I reserved the private dining room for us.”
Oh, man. Private? Like just the two of us alone in a dark room? I’m in so much trouble.
“You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and expense.”
“It wasn’t any trouble and you’re worth it.” He pulls out a chair for me and I drop into my seat.
When he hands me a glass of wine, I take it and smile. “Thank you,” I tell him before taking a huge sip, hoping it helps me get through this date without humiliating myself, much.
The first part of our date actually goes by surprisingly smoothly. It turns out, Jensen Sparks isn’t some dumb jock. He’s an intelligent, accomplished businessman as well as a professional athlete.
Somewhere along the way, we really hit it off. I lose what’s left of my mind and my heart and turn off my doubts. It’s the only excuse I have for not resisting when he pulls my chair closer to his.
He winds his fingers through my hair and pulls my head close for his kiss. “Fuck. I can’t resist you.”
THREE
JENSEN
This girl owns me, heart and soul. A little voice in the back of my mind is shouting to slow things down before I scare her off, but I ignore the fucker.
Before I’m able to stop myself, I pull her out of her seat and drag her across my lap then cover her lips with mine. The goddamn voice grows louder as I run my tongue along the inside of her mouth.
I slide my hand up her side and slip it under her silky shirt. When my palm brushes against the front of her silky bra, her nipple hardens, and I slowly run my finger around it. Lana sighs my name, and I finally find the strength to pull back, telling myself that I want more than one night. I lay my forehead against hers. “We have to stop now or I’m going to fuck you in this goddamn restaurant.”
She stiffens in my arms and pulls away. “What in the world is up with me?” she asks and stands up. As I watch, she paces around the table, straightening her clothes. “I can’t believe I acted like an idiot.” She continues grumbling to herself, “Of all the stupid, idiotic moves.”
“Wait a minute, goddess.” I interrupt her little spiel. “I want you more than my next breath, but I don’t want to rush things between us.”
When I reach for her hand, Lana steps away from me. “There isn’t anything between us.” I feel like I’ve been hit between the eyes with a two-by-four as she continues. “I’m sorry I let things get out of hand, but this isn’t going to happen.”
“I’m not going to let you get away.”
“You don’t have any choice.” Lana grabs her purse and straightens. “Thank you for dinner, but I don’t think we have any reason to see each other anymore.”
Oh, you are so wrong, goddess. I think to myself as she turns for the door. But I know I want more than one night with Lana, so I’ll let her leave tonight. Tomorrow, though, I plan to throw myself into wooing my goddess.
Over the next week, I send flowers, fancy-ass chocolates, and even a diamond bracelet, but my goddess sends each and every gift back. Each time she returns something, I get a little more pissed off.
“Who the fuck pissed in your Wheaties?” Atlas, our goalie, grumbles as we head to the locker room after a painful fucking practice. I’m making rookie mistakes since my mind isn’t on my job. As one of the oldest and most reliable guys on the team, I’m usually unflappable, but things have changed.
“Fuck off.” I’m not in the mood to worry about hockey right now. My mind is too occupied with trying to find a way to win over my goddess.
“He’s PMSing,” Colter pipes in, and I turn to flip off the motherfucker.
“I want to see you.” Grayson Marrow, our head coach and one of my best friends, points at his office door. “We need to discuss what the fuck is going on with you.”
We step into his office, and Gray slams the door shut. “What in the fuck, Jensen?”
“I’m having an off day.” I’m not ready to admit to my friend that my soulmate wants absolutely fucking nothing to do with me.
“More like an off week.” He sits behind his desk and stares at me silently for a few minutes.
“Why don’t you take the rest of the week off? I’ll make up some bullshit reason to put you on the Injured Reserve List.” It’s nice that my friend has my back, but I refuse his offer.