Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
After the appointment, where he refused to let me pay my own co-pay, we scheduled my next checkup around lunch time, Boston so in tune with my work, staying busy in the morning and afternoons. Cleaning rooms, making sure food and drinks are out in the lobby, then checking in new guests. It makes for a weird system to regulate your life around. How my mother has managed to do it all her life, I have no idea. All I know is that if she can do it, so can I, even if a baby is strapped to my chest. A loud grumble came from my stomach. Clearly, the nausea had settled down, and a hunger like no other took its place. Scott was idling at the entrance to the hospital. Boston told him to head back to the area of the Inn; we’d walk to lunch. There wasn’t a whole lot of persuading me with that idea. The only thing I asked for was jambalaya; the spicy rice, sausage, and shrimp meal was calling my name. The buttery bread the restaurant paired with it was exactly what I needed, until I saw what Boston ordered. His shrimp ‘po boy’ had me looking longingly at his meal. Being the gentlemen he is, we shared our meals. The best of both worlds in my eyes, during the perfect time of day, where you can sit outside, watch the people come and go. The wait for our food wasn’t long, and the slight breeze helped keep us cool. A few yawns later, Boston asked for the check. I tried to slide cash for my food across the table, but one look at his jawline told me he wasn’t having it, so I reluctantly tucked my money away in my wallet. Next time we go somewhere, I’ll have to figure out a way to pay him back. I finished my orange juice, well aware of the fact that spicy food mixed with an acidic drink was asking for a heartburn later. Totally worth it at the time.
Since Scott dropped us off, Boston relieved him for the day, and we walked hand in hand back to the Inn. Mom was busy in another part of the hotel. We used the back stairs to head up to my room. I assumed we would go our separate ways then, but Boston, like usual, did what I least expected. He told me to slip into something more comfortable while he was going to grab his laptop bag and work while I rested. Which is where we are now. True to his word, Boston is sitting in the chair in the corner, the side table pulled in front of him, crouched over his laptop, iPad set up off to the side, phone held up to his ear with one hand while he scratches at a notepad beneath the palm of his hand. What I’m not expecting are the black-rimmed glasses he has propped on the bridge of his nose. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, there he goes, adding another layer. My thighs clench, and a low moan leaves my lips. I watch as his eyes snap to mine. When I changed out of my clothes, it was into my pajamas from last night, a satin emerald-green spaghetti strap with lace on each side and a deep V in the front; the same pattern is carried through to the shorts.
“I’ll call you back, Theo. Something’s come up.” My body lights up. His eyes stay on mine when he tosses the phone on top of his work, hand coming up to do the same to his glasses, and a look of pure unadulterated lust is written all over his face. I watch as he stands. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms, and a few buttons are undone at his throat, giving me a view of his upper chest. He’s giving me my own personal porn show. “Sleep well, beautiful?” he asks as he makes his way toward me. My mouth waters, nipples pebbling further, and it’s not from the air conditioning he currently has blasting through my room. I’m sure part of the reason I slept so well was due to how cold it currently is. With it only being me in here most of the time, I keep it kicked up a few more degrees than most. Add in that little sleep happened last night, plus a play on more emotions in twenty-four hours than I’ve experienced in my whole life all at once. And then there’s Boston. To say I’m addicted to his presence would be putting it mildly. When he’s around, my guard drops. I don’t think about my father and his shenanigans, worrying about what he’s up to next. It all fades away. Boston is the only one who can keep the wolves at bay, so to speak.