Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Follow me.” I take her hand, walking her down the hallway. “We grabbed most of his stuff from your apartment.”
“Really?” Hope fills her voice. “You wouldn’t believe how picky he is.”
I push open the cracked door of the guest bedroom. I didn’t want to be presumptuous about where she wanted to stay, and I know she’s got a lot on her mind. Making decisions about us while she’s going through this mess wouldn’t be healthy, so I’m giving her options.
“We set all of his stuff up in here,” I say, releasing her hand and walking into the bathroom.
I chuckle when we find Simon with his head buried in his food bowl, purring filling the air.
“Not exactly the dungeon I was picturing you having,” Whitney says after I follow her out of the bathroom back into the guest bedroom.
“Dungeon?” I laugh. Do I really put off a dungeon-owning vibe?
“Yeah, you know.” She looks around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. “A place you can take your women and do filthy things to them?”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she becomes overly interested in the table lamp beside the bed.
“I’ve never had another woman in this apartment, Whitney.”
She swallows, but her eyes look everywhere but in my direction.
“I’ll let you get settled in.” I press my palm to her back, running my nose up her neck before kissing her cheek and making a hasty exit.
I lean against the door at my back, willing myself to remember that she needs space. It doesn’t matter that coming here was the finish line I gave myself to keep from knowing what my cock felt like inside of her. Just like she wasn’t ready to welcome me into her apartment after our dinner date, she isn’t ready now. Maybe she is physically, but I need every level of her ready for that final part, because once I’ve had her that way, I’ll never be able to let her go.
Chapter 26
Whitney
Hot and cold.
That’s the easiest definition for Wren Douglas Nelson.
I grin against my hands at the memory of his nana yelling that at the wedding. Did that happen only a few days ago? It seems like a lifetime, years, since I felt pure happiness without the ominous threat of danger.
He wants me, can’t control his cock in my presence, yet I’m sitting alone on this stupid fluffy comforter.
Going by the time on my phone, it’s been an hour and a half since he dropped me in here and scurried away. The first thirty minutes went by quickly, but it always does when I’m on the phone with Sarah. I assured her everything was going to be okay to calm her fears while I questioned my own sanity for coming back here where I felt the least safe.
Thoughtful Wren stocked the bathroom with everything Simon could need, not that the entitled asshole sleeping beside me offered to show any trace of thankfulness. He ate, stunk up the bathroom to the point I had to turn on the overhead fan, and then proceeded to curl up—ignoring me the entire time—and pass out.
I’ve been watching him for the last hour, knowing Wren is close by but arguing with myself about going out to see him. He confessed wanting me in every way, but I doubt he considered the level of clinginess I’m feeling right now as part of the deal.
Sighing, I throw my back against the obscene number of pillows and groan. My life has turned into a damn crime drama, and as much as I like covert operations and hot commandos on television, it was rather difficult to enjoy them when I was terrified my life was going to end because of a roadside bomb on the way back to this apartment.
Of course, W45PN357 would work for an elite group of men who command a room like they’re guarding the damn president. I want to get on my phone and do more research, but knowing Wren’s level of security, he’d know the second I type his company’s name into a search box.
I’ve always felt safe online, always thought I took all the right precautions to be safe. Apparently, my skills are lacking. Wren was able to find out in hours what it took me weeks of programs constantly running. I let a little smile tug at my lips at the sheer arousal I feel for getting a look at his systems.
Simon grunts when I climb off the bed. Any other time I’d assure him that I’ll be right back and not to worry, but he’s been petty for the last three days with his refusal to eat, and now it’s my turn. I do leave the bedroom door cracked so he’s not trapped, but it’s the only concession I’ll offer him.
I find the man of my very wet dreams looking better than I’ve ever seen him before. Although fully clothed with his back to me, I realize as his fingers fly over the keys of a laptop resting on the counter, that I’ve never seen him work, never seen his long talented fingers play anything more than my body.