Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 15
Julia
The soft sound of bells chiming fills the room and my eyes slowly drift open. I blink for a second and the weight of his arms around me makes me want to drift back to sleep. I snuggle deeper into the pillow and feel his heat at my back, the sound of bells goes off again, and this time I can’t help but groan. I feel him pull away from me and then the sound goes off. “What is up with you and that alarm?” I ask him, and then he turns back to me and his arms go around me again.
He's still on top of the covers and I’m under so I feel like I’m pressed in. “It’s my alarm,” he mumbles and I want to turn around in his arms, but instead I just stay here. This is the second day I’ve woken up in his arms. My stomach flutters thinking about it, and all I can do is push it away. I’ve been in bed with men before, some even in the morning, it’s not a big deal. For a minute I think I can hear my head laughing at myself.
“What time is it?” I ask him, now fully awake; there is nothing that will get me to go back to sleep, especially knowing he’s in bed with me.
“Seven,” he says, and then the bells go off again and it’s his turn to groan as he rolls on his back and reaches for the phone on the bedside table.
I make the mistake of turning and looking at him, he’s still wearing his suit pants and shirt. His hair is loose and all I want to do is bury my hands in it and pull him to me. “I think that was a sign to get up.” I laugh at his back.
He turns onto his back now as he blinks away the sleep from his eyes. “I can’t believe you slept in your suit.”
He puts his hand on his stomach. “I didn’t think I would fall asleep,” he admits as he turns and looks at me. “I was waiting for you to fall asleep before I left. I heard you snoring and then I was going to head out.”
I gasp out, “I do not snore.”
He just smiles as he puts the hand that was on his stomach on top of his head. “Sure you don’t.”
“You could have gotten comfortable.” I get up on my elbow. “At least gotten under the covers.”
“And have you see me semi-naked.” He laughs and I can’t help but laugh with him.
He gets up now and looks down at me. “Everyone has seen you naked.” I can’t help but stare at him. “Jamieson even drew a picture of you on your wake board naked.”
He claps his hands and the chuckle escapes him. “That was funny.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Maybe for you, but imagine Jillian’s face when she opened the paper and saw it. He even drew your penis hanging.”
“Michael wanted to kill me, it looked like I had a third leg.” He turns to walk out of the room. “I’ll start the coffee.”
“I’m going to jump in the shower,” I say, and I think he mumbles something but I just head into my en suite. I close the door and walk over to the shower, turning it on before I go to the bathroom. I get into the shower, putting my hands up in front of the water to wash my face. “How was last night?” I talk to myself. “Oh, good.” I splash water on my face. “Do anything special?” I turn as the water runs down my back. “Oh, nothing really, had dinner in bed with Chase and then slept like a baby in his arms.” I chuckle to myself. “Yeah, a totally normal thing to do.”
I turn the water off and wrap myself in the white terry cloth robe, stepping out and smelling the coffee right away. I walk to the kitchen and then I smell bacon also. He stands in the small kitchen, his white shirt now off. His back to me, his ass making those pants look better than anything I’ve ever seen, and the need to sink my teeth into it makes me shiver. His hair is now pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck. “So you sleep fully clothed but cook shirtless?” I ask him as I step in and go to the cupboard and grab a coffee cup.
“I didn’t want to get grease stains on my shirt,” he says, and all I can do is shake my head and ignore the need to watch him.
“I will never not approve of you doing anything shirtless.” I bring the cup to my mouth and take a sip of the hot coffee, hoping that I burn my tongue so I can stop fucking talking.