Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
His eyes were moving across my body with a hungry look. “Like it? All I can think about is fucking you in it.”
A delicious pulse started between my legs as he stalked toward me.
“Fuck dinner. I want you.”
There was no denying that I liked the way Mitchell was reacting to the dress. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of me.
“Now, now. It’s only a dress.”
Snapping his eyes up, he pinched his brows together. “Only a dress? Only. A. Dress. You look insanely hot. Beautiful beyond words. Jesus Christ, Corina. My dick is damn hard. I may have to take it out and work it myself if you don’t let me have you.”
Placing my fingers on his lips, I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why, Mr. Parker, listen to that dirty mouth of yours.”
“Did you look at yourself in the mirror before you came down here? If so, how do you honestly expect me to keep my hands off you?”
He moved his hands over my body, causing me to tremble. “See, even you know how hot you are.”
Laughing, I pushed his shoulder back. “Behave, Mitchell Parker.”
“I’m not going to make it an hour, Corina.”
With a half-shrug, I winked. “Then I guess we’ll be cutting dinner short.”
His hand moved to my back where he lightly brushed his fingers across my bare skin. “Hell, yes, it will be cut short.” He leaned down, his lips brushing across mine. “You taste like heaven, dove.”
I placed my hand on the side of his face. “That’s because I’m in heaven.”
We looked into one another’s eyes for the longest time before he groaned. “I guess we need to go.”
With his hand on my lower back, he led me out of the cabin, toward the Jeep. We walked into the hotel and the restaurant the same exact way, Mitchell’s hand possessively on my body. The few people who were in the restaurant turned to watch us walk in. I couldn’t help but notice one guy staring. Normally I would be uncomfortable with the attention, but tonight was different. I felt sexy, strong, and full of confidence. It wasn’t only the dress doing that. It was the man walking next to me. The one who kept telling me how beautiful I looked. How amazing I smelled. How much he wanted my body under his.
It was Mitchell who made me feel like this. It was Mitchell who would forever make me feel like this.
Kristi was sitting at a table, waiting for us to arrive. When she looked up, her smile faded and her jaw dropped. Her stunned expression was soon replaced with one seriously pissed-off look.
I internally fist pumped. Mitchell guided me to the table and pulled my chair out.
“Kristi.” His voice was flat, no emotion in it whatsoever.
“Good evening, Mitch, Lorina.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Instead, I grinned and said, “Corina.”
“Oh, goodness. That’s right. I don’t know why I keep thinking it has an L.”
I picked up the napkin, laid it across my lap and didn’t bother to reply. Mitchell sat next to me, so close I could feel his leg touching mine.
When the waiter arrived, Kristi said, “Walter, we’ll have a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild, Pauillac.”
I wanted to chuckle when Kristi used her best French accent to say the name of the wine.
“I’ll take a glass of water, please. No wine for me,” I said with a slight grin.
Krisit turned to me. “What? This wine is amazing.”
I forced a polite smile. “I don’t care for wine, and I find spending over eight hundred dollars for a bottle isn’t my thing.”
“It’s nearly a thousand, and it was on the house. I am, however, impressed with your knowledge of wine.”
“Thank you,” I purred as nicely as I could. “But I’ll still pass.”
Kristi flashed me a smug smile. “More for me and Mitchell then.”
“No, thanks. I’m going to stick with a bottle of beer. I’ll take a Blue Moon, if you have it.”
The waiter nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, that sounds good. I’ll have one, too,” I added.
Kristi huffed. “Seriously, you’re both passing on the best wine in the restaurant for beer?”
Mitchell flashed her a fake smile. I knew his real smiles. They touched his beautiful blue eyes and made them sparkle like the stars.
“So, Mitchell, did you ever become a police officer?”
He nodded. “Yes, I did.”
“Oh, I bet you look good in the uniform.”
She. Did. Not.
“Lor…I mean, Corina, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”
Kristi chuckled. “That seems fitting for you. You have that innocent look. Classic kindergarten teacher.”
I dislike this woman.
“Of course, I don’t know what the parents of your students would think if they saw you dressed like that.”
“I think she looks stunning,” Mitchell said. “The most beautiful woman in the entire room.”
Kristi frowned before forcing a smile that looked as fake as her boobs. Okay, maybe her boobs weren’t fake.