Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I was happy for her, happy to see her being accepted the way she was. It hit me then that I was way more invested in her being liked than I was myself. I’ve never given a damn if I was liked or not, never let it bother me one way or another. But then again, I’ve never had idiots not like me just because my body didn’t fit some mold they had created in their own damn heads.
To each his own. When I look at her, all I see is beauty, and it looks like most of my staff have the good sense to see the same. The hours I spent there next to her taught me something else as well; that her beauty wasn’t just on the outside but shone from her very being.
No one would guess that she was worth millions or that she was the CEO of a very successful company. She spoke to the busboy in the same tone she did the manager or the bartender, always with a smile. Her laughter was light and airy, with no artifice, no pretense, and I could see why they all seemed to like her.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t settle down because I kept expecting Roz to show up and cause a scene. I’m not so much worried about a confrontation with her, but the problem is, if that happens here, Steph will find out what happened, and I’m still not sure I want her to.
I also didn’t want to spend my entire evening thinking about my sister, so I forced myself to stay in the moment and show Steph a good time. I only had to glare at a few people who tried to approach me about work for them to get the message that I was here only to hang out, and the rest of the evening passed rather pleasantly.
We left holding hands, and she still acts surprised when I reach for her hand in public, but she has no idea what the smile on her face means to me each time she slips her hand in mine. I want her to smile like that always, want her to walk with the confidence she gets when I squeeze her hand in mine and smile at her when she turns to look at me.
“Do you want to go back to the house, or was there something else you wanted to do?” I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t want my girl thinking that I was a complete animal with a one-track mind, but she only had herself to blame for this shit.
I’d forgotten how hot she was in this dress, how the demure simplicity of it disappeared once she stood up and it swayed and clung to her body in all the right places, namely her ass. She seemed to be thinking along the same lines because she blushed at my question. “Say no more.” I kissed her temple and walked her out to the car after saying about a hundred goodbyes to everyone who called out to her.
“You look very pleased with yourself.” She waited until after I’d strapped her in and climbed into the driver’s seat to comment.
“I’m very pleased with you. I didn’t know you knew my staff so well. When the heck did you have time to meet all of them?”
“There isn’t much else to do when sitting at the bar. Nat and I always talk to them, and I guess they feel comfortable enough with us to share their life stories; it’s no big deal.”
“Whatever, I liked it.” I reached for her hand and led it to my lips, then kept it in mine as we drove.
I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached her place without incident and again when we walked up to the door, and there was no one lurking around, like my little sister. I know everyone said they didn’t tell her anything, and my staff wouldn’t know where Stephanie lives anyway, but I still can’t shake the feeling that she’s going to pop up unannounced.
I forgot all about Roz when we got inside, and I closed the door and locked it behind us. “Come ‘ere.” I pulled her into my arms and did what I’d been dreaming of doing all evening. First, I ran my hands up her sides over the silky smooth material of her dress, enjoying the feel of her curves beneath my hands as they made their way around to the prize.
I used my hands on her plump ass to pull her in closer until she felt the weight of my cock pressed into her heat. Thank fuck for heals; her short ass was in the right spot. I pulled back out of her embrace, and she started to move. “Stay right there.” I turned her back against the door and got down on my knees in front of her.