Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
It’s not too long later that I hear movement at the top of the stairs. I know it’s Eve, but I can’t decide if her getting ready quickly means that she wasn’t planning on dressing up for the event, or she just gets ready fast. I have to know if she’s going as a date or as an employee. She never gave me a straight answer when I asked her earlier today.
When I see her dressed in a red dress that’s the color of a poinsettia, my heart stops. It’s cut across her collarbone and tight all the way down past her knees. It’s like something out of a fifties catalogue and I want to run my hands all over it. She looks effortless and graceful, but just as I have the thought, her heel catches in the carpet and she comes flying into my arms.
I catch her quickly and then turn so that she’s in my arms like I’ve somehow dipped her after a dance. She smiles up at me with those dark red lips and I can’t stand it any longer.
My lips press to hers, and she gasps in surprise. I use the opening as my advantage and touch my tongue to hers. She moans against me, and I feel her hands pulling me closer to her body. I move one of my hands to her ass and grip her there hard as I groan.
Someone clears their throat behind me, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve finally got Eve exactly where I want her, and I don’t plan on ever stopping. I feel her lips pull into a smile against mine, and I finally admit that I really don’t want an audience for this.
When I open my eyes and look into hers, she’s grinning from ear to ear with cheeks almost the color of her dress. I give her one more quick kiss because I can’t stand not doing it now that I’ve tasted her.
“You look stunning,” I whisper, and she bites her bottom lip.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
When I stand her up on her heels, she glances over my shoulder and behind me where the interruption came from. I don’t bother turning around, but instead trace the edge of her chin and cheek before I tuck her hair back into place.
“The car is here,” the butler says, and I nod in acknowledgement. His footsteps retreat, and then I’m alone again with Eve.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to this party tonight.” Her hands are resting on my chest because I refuse to let her waist go.
“After it’s over you’re coming straight back here,” I order, and she nods.
She smiles as she reaches up and straightens my tie and then places a kiss on my lips. “I’d like to do that again. But maybe without the falling.”
“As long as you end up in my arms, I don’t care how many times you do that.” I realize my cheeks are sore from smiling all day, and I don’t know that it’s ever happened before. God, she’s changing me from the inside out.
The front doors open, and the driver is there waiting. Although I don’t want to let her go, the sooner I do, the sooner she can come back here and get in my bed. Reluctantly I drop my hands, but to my surprise she steps closer to me. I feel her go up on her tiptoes, so I lean down, and she whispers in my ear.
“Wait up for me.” When she steps back, she winks, and my heart falls on the floor at her feet. She could literally do anything she wants with it, and I won’t try and stop her.
I swallow hard and nod as I shove my hands in my pants and watch her go. She looks back over her shoulder several times on her way out, and I haven’t moved an inch. How could I when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen wants me to wait up for her?
The party isn’t for another two hours, and I know she needs to be there early to set up, but I can’t stand the thought of not being near her while I wait.
Standing in the foyer, I watch the car leave and make sure the tires have chains on them. The roads have been plowed, but I’m not willing to take chances when it comes to Eve. As soon as they’re out of the driveway and far enough ahead, I go into the garage and grab the keys to the truck. It’s heavier and made to drive in winter weather, so I know it will be fine. Jillian and Rae are baking cookies for Santa, and I asked if they needed help, but Jillian really wanted to make this a memory with just the two of them. Living together, it’s easy to get wrapped in their life, but I know that their relationship is still mending after the hell her ex put them through.