Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I let out a happy shriek, and rushing to the counter, I grab my handbag. Thankfully, Peter is already leaving the store, and I can lock up quickly.
I hurry to the passenger side, yank the door open, and climb inside. Giving Alek a happy smile, I say, “Thank you.”
His gaze is tender as he murmurs, “Anything for you.”
Anything for me.
It’s only been a couple of days, but this man is making quick work of winning my heart.
Not that he ever lost it.
“Yay,” Vincent says from the back seat. I glance over my shoulder, and seeing him strapped into a car seat, Alek scores more points with me.
I pull on my safety belt as Alek steers the vehicle down the road again. I don’t care about closing the store for the day.
Suddenly Alek reaches across the center console, and he takes hold of my hand. I feel my cheeks flush when he rests my palm on his muscled thigh.
My mind goes straight to the gutter as I think about how close my fingers are to his manhood.
I quickly glance out the window, taking deep breaths, but it does nothing to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
My attraction for Alek was instant, and because of our forced proximity, while we were held captive, I fell in love with him at the speed of light.
But this time, it’s different. There’s no fear and panic to distract me.
Alek is a million times more intense than I remember. His grins and smirks are hotter than the surface of the sun.
The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman he sees.
Were there others over the past four years, or did he remain loyal to me the way I stayed faithful to him?
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his tone soft.
“Ahh…” I turn my gaze to him before asking, “Did you date during the past four years?”
I’m surprised when he shakes his head. “You’re the only woman I want.”
My heart threatens to burst from my chest as I stare at the handsome man beside me.
He might be older and rougher around the edges, but he’s still my Alek.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say.
His eyes flick to me. “About?”
“The no-kissing rule until after the third date.”
A smile curves his lips. “If you tell me I have to wait longer, I’m going to take a page out of Vincent’s book and throw a tantrum.”
Letting out a burst of laughter, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”
“Mommy will give you a spanking,” Vincent says from the back seat.
Alek’s smile widens even more, and it becomes mischievous. “Is that right? Hmm…sounds like a good time to me.”
“Alek!” I give him a pointed look.
“Sorry,” he chuckles. “I couldn’t resist.” He places his hand on top of mine. “So, how long do I have to wait to kiss you?”
“It all depends on whether you behave today,” I tease him. “And if the date goes well, I might let you kiss me tonight.”
He squeezes my hand and gives me a playful grin. “So either I behave, and I get a kiss, or I misbehave and get a spanking. That’s a tough choice to make.”
“You’re incorrigible,” I mutter, trying but failing to hide my smile.
Alek finds a parking and brings the G-Wagon to a stop. Before he allows me to take off my safety belt, he lifts my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to my fingers.
My stomach constantly flutters, and I’m overly aware of every movement Alek makes.
I think it’s safe to say I’m crushing hard on the man.
When we climb out of the vehicle, Alek and I each take one of Vincent’s hands. It feels like we’re a real family as we walk into the store.
“Mr. Aslanhov. Back so soon?” A middle-aged man asks. “I hope everything is right with the suits we made for you.”
“I’m here for a suit for my son,” Alek says. He picks Vincent up and walks closer to the store attendant. “We need the suit for tonight.”
“I’m sure we can find something for the little master.” He gestures to a row where there are children’s sizes. “This way, sir.”
I glance around at all the expensive clothes, then look at the immaculate suit Alek is wearing.
I have no idea what Alek’s financial situation is, and I wonder how well he gets paid. Not that it matters. I’m just curious.
I watch as the store attendant shows suit after suit to Vincent, who keeps looking at Alek for approval.
Alek chooses a little black tuxedo, and when Vincent fits it on, he looks so freaking adorable.
“Do I look like Daddy?” Vincent asks.
I crouch in front of him, adjusting the lapels of the jacket. “Yes. You’re just as handsome as your father.”
When I rise to my feet, and I catch Alek staring at me with heat simmering in his eyes, my abdomen clenches, and I struggle to form a coherent thought.