Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Then do them quickly. You’re going dancing tonight.” Carson left the shop and she frowned at his back. He was being a pain in the ass.
Dancing.
She didn’t go out and party.
Willow was determined to put her foot down and tell him no. He couldn’t force her to go out to some nightclub. She wanted to stay home, which would be his home. If they stayed home together, alone, what would happen?
She imagined him naked, his wet body moving toward her, and it was such a shock, she had to look up to see if anyone noticed her getting aroused. Stop thinking about that! Work was not the time nor the place to be thinking about sex with Carson.
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Carson saw Willow standing outside of her shop, looking sexy as fuck. He’d sent one of his men with a dress he wanted her to wear, and it emphasized her curves to perfection. Her large tits were pushed up and cupped in almost a love heart neckline. The bodice curved in at the waist and flared out over her hips. She looked so fucking sexy. The heels she wore were not too high, but enough to flatter her shape. Her ass looked divine.
He did have some work to complete at one of his nightclubs, but he also wanted to take Willow out. For her to get used to being with him in public. He didn’t know who told her about him, but it wasn’t shocking news. Her grandmother had known, so for all he knew, Lauren had attempted to warn her granddaughter away from him at one time. That hadn’t worked. Nothing would keep him away from Willow.
He climbed out of his car and moved toward her, then wrapped an arm around her waist. Willow didn’t fight him as he pressed a kiss to those plump lips.
“It’s a little too tight,” she said.
“It’s perfect.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t see how it is.”
“This is how it’s meant to fit.”
Carson silenced her protest with another kiss and then took her hand, leading her back to his car. He helped her inside and told Peter, his driver, where they wanted to go.
“Have you been to a nightclub?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Ah, you’re in for a treat.”
“I must sound very boring to you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t … I’ve … partying and drinking, it doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. I prefer to stay home, you know. Sew.”
He smiled. “That doesn’t sound dull at all.”
“Ah, so you sew?”
“No, I don’t sew and you know that.” He winked at her.
Her hands were locked together and he saw how nervous she was. He took one of her hands within his, lifting it to his lips and kissing her knuckles.
“Relax.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve been to nightclubs before.”
“They’re not scary places. Did your grandparents tell you they were?” he asked.
Willow laughed. “No. They wanted me to go out and party, to have a life. Grandma was worried I was hiding from life.”
“And are you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’m not hiding, it’s just, I’ve never, I don’t … ugh, I don’t make friends easily, and I guess going to nightclubs on my own just didn’t appeal to me.” She frowned. “Are we seriously talking about this?”
He wanted her to relax. The nightclub wasn’t far. It was early and he wished to conduct his business soon. He already had food waiting for them inside his office. There would be time to enjoy some food, do work, and then dance.
Peter pulled up to the nightclub, and the doors were not even open.
“I think I’m overdressed.”
“No such thing.”
He loved the dress he’d chosen, which showed off her curves, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Most of the day, he’d wanted to be alone with her, touch her, make love to her, fuck her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for this woman.
Walking into his nightclub, he saw that the men and women were preparing to receive customers. The floors were being mopped, the bar was fully stocked.
They all turned toward him in greeting. He nodded at them and took Willow with him.
He got to his office. Peter knew when he’d parked the car, to come in and stay at the bar and keep an eye on everyone.
Arriving in his office, he was pleased to see that the food waited on his desk.
“More food?” Willow asked.
“I know you’re feeling nervous, but starving yourself will not do.”
“How do you know I feel nervous?”
“You’re shaking.” And it had nothing to do with arousal. He was taking Willow outside of her comfort zone.
“I won’t tell Willow to stay away from you.”
“You won’t? I thought you already had?”
“No, I haven’t, but you’ve gone to these lengths, and don’t think I don’t know about the additional cameras,” Lauren tutted. “You’ve got to promise me, you’ll give her time. Willow is nervous. She struggles with change, and new things make her nervous. She avoids living. Archie and I, we tried. We did try, but she has always been so skittish. Even as a youngster, it took her several attempts to get in the pool. So, what I’m asking of you, Carson, if you have every intention of claiming my granddaughter, you give her everything. You’ve got to show her what living is about, but above all else, you’ve got to promise me you will love her.”