Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“And movies,” she informed me. “Pretty much any popular show, movie, or book you can think of.”
“I love Game of Thrones. Never missed an episode. Even when we were on the road, I watched it.”
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really? You don’t strike me as the GOT type.”
“What’s not to love? Dragons, hot chicks, lots of sex, a shit ton of drama and deaths.”
“When you put it that way,” she said with a rare smile. “I can see why you like it. Did Mia get you into the show?”
“Ethan, actually. He started watching it after Mia posted on Twitter about it.”
“He was stalking her back then,” she said with laughter in her tone.
“Apparently. I guess I was too blind to see it.”
“More like too self-involved. If you were paying attention, you would have noticed they fought like an old married couple and could never keep their eyes off each other.”
I rolled my shoulders. “And now they’re married. Weird, huh?”
“I always knew Mia liked Ethan, even before she told me about their secret relationship. He makes her happy. That’s all that matters.”
“Yeah,” I muttered in agreement. “I never thought either of them would find someone. Mia never left her house. And Ethan was content with fucking puck bunnies. He was more closed off than you.”
She shot a nasty glare at me. “I’m not closed off.”
“Yes, you are. I’ve been trying to get to know you for years.”
“I tell you things about me.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I told you about my dad. That’s not something I share with random hookups.”
I snickered. “I’m not a random hookup, babe.”
She gave me a warning look, which reminded me I needed to put a lockdown on my pet names. Force of habit I would need to break.
I gave the Daenerys doll back to her. “So you collect these?”
She placed it on the shelf with her back to me and sighed. “Now you see why I don’t like people in my office,” she said as she spun around, our eyes meeting for a split second.
“You think I’m going to steal your dolls?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. And stop calling my Funkos dolls.”
Clarke moved to the opposite end of the room. For an office, it was unusually large, with high ceilings and enough space for a modest sized living room. She stopped in front of an electric fireplace built into the wall, standing on a green rug with a snake on it.
I glanced at the unusual rug that said Slytherin in yellow. More Harry Potter memorabilia. My sister collected it for most of her life. She grew up on the books and obsessed over them. Hell, even I liked them. Whenever Mia was sick or upset, I would marathon the movies with her, and they kinda grew on me.
Clarke lit a candle on top of the fireplace, and the sweet scent of vanilla floated through the air.
“Are you done working for the night?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. “For now.”
“We’re hanging out then. Video games, pizza, Netflix and chill.”
Clarke smiled. “I don’t know how to play video games.”
I waved my hand to dismiss her comment. “Everyone knows how to play. You’ll pick it up no problem.”
“I’m an only child,” she admitted. “I didn’t hang out with boys until high school. And my ex wasn’t into that kind of stuff.”
“No, he was into online sex chat rooms.”
I laughed, because I thought it was funny, and then realized it was an idiot thing to say. Clarke’s face scrunched as she looked at me.
“Sorry,” I said before she could scold me. “That sounded better in my head.”
“It’s okay,” she muttered. “All of that is in the past.”
I wanted to say, Then why can’t you leave it there, but I held my tongue. Her ex-husband was the reason for a lot of our issues. Trust did not come easy for Clarke, and I tried my best to be patient and understanding. She would come to me, eventually. At some point, she would see that she could trust me.
“We’ve known each other for years,” I said as I moved toward her. “But I don’t feel like I know anything other than your body.”
She blushed at my words. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
Her breathing hitched. We stared at each other for a moment, before she stepped around me and walked over to the couch at the center of the room. She plopped down on the plush cushions with a groan.
Gorgeous and smart, Clarke was everything I wanted in a woman. And her smoking hot body only sweetened the deal. Too bad I couldn’t kiss her or fuck her. What was the point of being married if I couldn’t get the perks of our fake union?
She patted the cushion beside her. “Sit before I change my mind.”
I loved when she was bossy and demanding, not afraid to call me out on my shit. With her career and life, she knew exactly what she wanted. I’d followed her from city to city, reading everything she’d ever written. Clarke had a mind as beautiful as her body. A skilled writer who could wield words like they were a sword.