Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I freaking miss him.
On top of that, I overslept after he left this morning, so I didn’t get to work until ten minutes before opening, which is not enough time to get ready. Thankfully, because I have to leave for our monthly Iconic Women’s Collective luncheon today, I have Candy, Macy, and Andrea all here to work the whole day, so at least I don’t have to worry about Candy being here alone.
They’ll all be here tomorrow, too, so I can be at the ranch.
I’m so glad that I found some good, reliable help for the summer.
“Gladys!” I set the mocha on the counter as a middle-aged woman approaches to take it and smile at her. “Have a good day.”
“It’s busy today,” Andrea says with a smile. “I love it.”
“And I’m glad that you do.” I sigh and try to shrug off the attitude. I’m the only one suffering from it.
But just as I’m about to put myself into a brighter, sunshine mood, I hear, “I wouldn’t mind getting set up with Holden Lexington.”
I narrow my eyes and turn my head to look at the three women sitting at a nearby table, drinking coffee and gossiping.
“Right?” a blonde says. “He’s one hot cowboy. I’d like to ride him.”
“You know,” the original voice, a brunette, adds as the bell above my door rings with an incoming customer, “my sister knows his sister. I bet I could get introduced. I’d rock that man’s world. Those tattoos! I want to lick them.”
“I want to lick him all over.”
“Holden’s wife probably wouldn’t approve of that.”
All three heads whip around at the sound of my voice, their eyes widening as they look at my face.
I’m sure it’s fucking mutinous. It’s a good thing this counter separates us because I’d be pulling them out of here by the hair.
“He’s not married,” the blonde says with a scowl, and I hold up my hand, showing them my ring.
“Yeah, he is married. To me. And I don’t appreciate the way you’re talking about my husband. Trust me, if I ever find out that any of you tried to lay so much as the tip of your filthy tongues on my husband’s tattoos, it would be the last thing you ever tasted before I ripped them out of your heads.”
“Jesus, no need to be a bitch,” the brunette snarls. “We’re just talking about a hot guy. Calm down.”
“Fuck that. He’s my hot guy, and because I also own this business, you’ll get your dumb asses out of my chairs, march out of here, and don’t ever come back.”
Their jaws drop, but I just snarl at them, and when I watch them start to walk out, I see the man himself, standing near the entrance, smiling so widely at me, it’s blinding.
“Don’t fucking look at him,” I yell at the girls. “Don’t even breathe in his direction! Do you hear me?”
Finally, they’re out the door, and my husband crosses to me and lays the flowers on the counter before sliding his sexy, tattooed hand up my throat and brushing my jaw with his thumb. He plants his lips by my ear.
“You just made me harder than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life, wife. I can’t wait until tonight, when I can fuck you so hard and for so long that you’ll be screaming my name.”
I swallow hard and press my thighs together in anticipation, and then his lips are on mine, hungry and possessive, and I hear the round of applause around us.
I laugh when he pulls away, staring at me with hot, blue eyes.
“Bravo,” Candy says, clapping the loudest. “Bravo!”
“I guess you didn’t like what they were saying?” Holden asks.
“No. I didn’t. That’ll teach them to talk about another woman’s man that way. Also, why do you have to be so hot? Is this going to be my life from now on?”
“Oh, baby girl, the things you do to me.” He kisses me again, lingering on my lips, before he pulls back and retrieves the flowers. “These are for you. I haven’t seen much of you, so I wanted to swing in and say hi.”
“And we’re all glad you did,” Andrea assures him with a laugh. “Now I need to find a boyfriend because that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
“Thank you.” Ignoring her, I bury my nose in the red roses and sunflowers. “They’re beautiful.”
“What do you have going today?” he asks, leaning on the counter and giving me his undivided attention.
I run my fingers over the pink rose on his arm.
“I have an IWC lunch in just a few minutes, and then I’ll be heading home. I want to plant some flowers.”
That has his eyebrows climbing in surprise. “Really? What kind?”
“I don’t know. I need to spend some time in the yard, plotting my strategy. I’m not sure what gets shade and what gets full sun and so on. So, I’ll be home early today.”