Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She gulps.
“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” I tell her as I toss in some sticks and pieces of bark. “Go take a long hot shower and I’ll make us something to eat.”
“Okay,” she says in a tiny voice. She grabs her bag and heads down the hall. “I’ll just get naked. In this strange man’s house. Nothing to worry about at all.”
She’s whispering it under her breath, but I hear every word. It brings a smile to my lips.
I’m in love with this girl. I can already tell.
It’s six o’clock now and she’ll be gone in the morning.
I have about fourteen hours or so to make her feel the same.
My pulse races as I place a few logs on the fire, strike the match, and light the newspaper.
It catches immediately, going up in flames with a roar.
This girl is mine.
I just hope by morning, she realizes it.
Or, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Chapter Five
Carrie
Tyler has one of those huge walk-in showers with a massive showerhead that falls like rain. Nice, gentle, hot rain, not like the cold asshole rain outside.
I moan as it washes over my freezing body, warming me to my bones. It’s heavenly.
There’s a ledge in here that can be used as a seat and it’s got my imagination going to all sorts of lewd places, wondering what taking a shower with Tyler would consist of. Would he bend me over that seat, or sit down and make me straddle him, or would I be sitting with my legs in the air while he kneels in front of—
Whoa, whoa, whoa. This needs to stop.
I’m getting all worked up, which is incredibly inappropriate. There will be plenty of time to fantasize about my sexy savior when I’m in my hotel room by myself tomorrow night. I’ll be able to let my mind wander to all the dirty places it wants to go to. But now, in his house, I have to keep it clean.
I wash up and pick out a sexy outfit from my bag. My favorite jeans—the one that makes my ass look incredible—and a shirt that shows off just enough cleavage to be sexy, but to also keep things classy.
I’m pretty sure Tyler is a boob man. I noticed him checking out my chest in the truck, so I teased him by reaching into the backseat. I loved how he was unsuccessfully trying to act like he didn’t notice.
I shake my hair out in a towel, wishing I could dry and style it for that gorgeous man, but there’s no power to work my hair dryer and I’m sure he’s waiting to take a hot shower next.
He swallows hard when I step out of the bathroom and he sees me dry for the first time. He’s standing in the kitchen stirring a pot on the gas stove.
I try not to grin when I see the way his lips part and his mouth hangs open in awe. I’ll give him an extra few seconds to gawk…
“Such a beautiful view,” I say as I turn to the windows and walk over. I can feel the heat from his eyes on my ass as I look at the mist hovering through the pine trees. The rain has slowed, but it’s still coming down. I’m really happy I’m here and not still in my car. I’d be freaking out.
“You should see it in the fall,” he says as he walks over and joins me. “Or, in the winter when the snow is falling lightly. It’s breathtaking.”
“I bet.”
I can imagine waking up out here on one of those winter days with the snow covering everything in a bright white and just staying in bed all day, snuggling up to this warm cozy man. We could start a fire, watch movies on my laptop, and eat candy for breakfast.
“What are you smiling at?” he asks with a grin.
I snap back into reality. “Oh, I was just thinking about…” Shit! I quickly look around at the forest, desperate for anything. “…chipmunks.”
“Chipmunks?”
“Yeah. You know, with their cute little noses.”
He smiles back at me as I wither and die inside. Chipmunks? Are you kidding me, Carrie?
“What are you cooking?” I ask, quickly trying to change the subject. I make my way over to the kitchen. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of the place. Granite countertops, custom cabinetry, and high-end appliances. I picture Tyler strapping that big fridge to his back and hiking up the mountain with it, his big muscular thighs easily able to hold all that weight.
“Some chicken noodle soup I made yesterday,” he says as he follows me over. He picks up the wooden spoon and stirs it. “I thought it would warm you up.”
With the hot shower, the roaring fireplace, this sexy man beside me, and the delicious smell of the soup, I’m feeling nice and toasty.