Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
East tapped on his phone again, happily nodding while writing down my requirements. I turned back to Preppy, only to find him staring at me with his mouth open.
“What?” I asked, wondering if I still had cobwebs on my shirt.
“Holy fucking shit, babe. I’m rock fucking hard right now,” Preppy said, planting a kiss to my lips. He pulled back. “She’s so fucking smart, isn’t she?”
“That she is. She’s been looking around here like an expert. I almost thought she was lying when she said she’d never done this before,” East said. “My assistant is drawing the paperwork up. I’ll bring it by tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man.” Preppy leaned over and picked me up by my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. I shrieked in surprise as he hauled me out the front door toward the car.
“Okay, I’ll be in touch,” East called out from the front porch.
“Thank you!” I answered, lifting my head off Preppy’s shoulder. He put me down next to the car, opening the driver’s side door for me to get in.
I sat and swung my legs in, Preppy closed the door behind me. “Listen caveman, why the carry off?” I asked.
“I had to show him who you belonged to. I saw how he was looking at you,” Preppy said, glancing back up at the house where East was struggling to shut the stubborn front door.
“He wasn’t looking at me like anything,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Dre, you don’t see what I see. Or what anyone with eyes sees. You are sexy as fuck and as your equally sexy as fuck husband, it’s my job as the alpha to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
“You could have just peed on me and gotten it over with,” I snorted, starting the engine.
Preppy rounded the car and got in the passenger side. “I mean, if you’re into that kind of thing, then sure. I’m game if you are. There’s very little I’d say no to if you asked. Although, I didn’t take you for a golden shower kind of girl, Doc.”
I gave him a sideways glance. “You are really high,” I said, backing out of the driveway.
“Yes,” he agreed, pointing his finger at me. He squinted against the blinding sun coming in through the windshield. “I might also be really, really fucking drunk.”
“You gonna tell me how you came to be in possession of over a hundred grand?” I asked, pulling out onto the road.
“I robbed a stagecoach,” Preppy joked.
“Haha.”
Preppy sighed and pulled out a folded check from his pocket. “Either that or my dead mother’s husband decided to make amends for her bullshit by giving me over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” This time there was no joke to follow. No laughter. He smoothed the check out on the dashboard.
“Wow. How do you feel about that?” I asked.
“I’m not sure just yet,” he said, staring at the check. “Figure if it can help you start your business then that’s how I’ll think of it. I mean, I sure as shit ain’t gonna give it back out of some misplaced moral obligation. I’ve never exactly had a problem taking blood money. But at the moment, I’m still pretty fucked up, so there’s that. And for now?” He sighed, folded the check and shoved it back into his pocket. “That’s perfectly fine with me.”
“Let’s get you home,” I said pulling out onto the road.
Preppy looked out the window at the sky. “Yeah, Doc. Take me home.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Dre
Preppy had insisted on taking me out on a date because, as he put it, “We’re married with a kid, but we’ve never really been on a date.”
I pointed out that he’d taken me to lunch once at Billy’s crab place (pre Narnia) but he simply stated that since I was still unsure of whether or not he was going to kill me at the time, it didn’t really count.
That’s how we found ourselves sitting on the back deck of Red’s Seafood and Steaks, a place the locals loved but usually didn’t frequent because it was usually tipping over with seasonal tourists. However, we’d been shown to our table the second we arrived, and although it was busy, it wasn’t overly crowded.
And it smelled like HEAVEN. Lightly fried seafood, garlic, and fresh baked bread. I inhaled deeply and groaned. My stomach growled.
“Keep doing that and we’re not gonna make it through dinner,” Preppy said, gazing at me with a heated expression in his eyes. “And I told you I was taking you on a real date and on a real date they usually have a meal.”
“Oh yeah? Where did you learn that?” I asked.
“Google,” Preppy answered, flashing me a smile that made my nipples stand at attention. Seriously, the man was insanely good looking and right there at dinner I officially decided something.
There was no one on the planet sexier than Samuel Clearwater.