Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“We can go in it after if you want,” he adds.
“Maybe,” I murmur noncommittally.
He nods and walks over to the table that’s located just off the kitchen. There’s a huge spread laid out: croissants, muffins, bagels, a fresh fruit and cheese platter, orange juice and champagne to make mimosas, and a carafe of delicious smelling coffee.
Micah lifts one of the silver tops where there’s eggs underneath, still steaming hot. Another one reveals waffles, and the last one houses the best smelling bacon and sausage.
“Hungry?” he asks, pulling my chair out for me like a gentleman.
Before I can respond, my stomach growls, and we both laugh. “You can say that.”
I make myself a mimosa, then pile on some waffles, eggs, bacon, and at the last second, tack on some fruit.
Micah takes a croissant and slices it open, then puts some eggs and bacon on it, creating a makeshift breakfast sandwich. “Egg, bacon, and cheese sandwiches are my favorite,” he says, grabbing a slice of cheddar from the platter, slapping it on, and then taking a hearty bite.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes past my lips as I watch him chow down.
“What?” he asks, once he’s swallowed down a bite and has taken a sip of his coffee.
“Nothing, you just look so…normal.” When he quirks a brow, silently asking what I’m talking about, I explain. “You’re always in those expensive power suits and looking every bit the businessman. Yet, here you are, dressed down and making yourself a sandwich. I guess I imagined brunch would equal fancy foods with caterers.”
“We could do that too, if you want,” he says nonchalantly, “but I prefer this. Out there…” He nods toward the window, exposing the beautiful city. “I have to be someone people wouldn’t dare fuck with. In my home, I can simply be me. Suits are nice, but I prefer the jeans.”
Wow, I never would’ve expected that type of response. It seems I really don’t know anything about Micah aside from his obvious wealth, affluence in this town, and his unrelenting determination to date me.
“What’s going through your head?” he asks, after taking another bite of food. “I can practically see the cogs turning.”
“That I don’t really know much about you,” I admit, “but also that I’d like to get to know the real you, not the person that everyone else sees.”
A smile spreads across his face, and that single dimple pops out, causing butterflies to attack my belly. “Good. Because I’d really like to get to know the real you, as well. Starting with…Romance or action?”
I go to say action, since I’m thinking he’s referring to which movie we should watch, and up until now, romance was not my jam. But since I’m trying to get to know a guy and possibly enter a romantic relationship, I go with, “Romance.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re so full of shit.”
“What?”
“What’s the last romance movie you watched?”
“Umm… Twilight?”
He barks out a laugh. “With the sparkling vampires?”
“Yeah, it’s Ellie’s favorite,” I say with a shrug.
“Let’s try this again. Action or romance?”
“Action,” I admit with a sigh. “But I could go for romance. Maybe it will teach me a thing or two,” I mutter.
Micah laughs even harder, apparently finding my awkwardness hilarious. “And what is it you’re hoping it will teach you?”
“I don’t know, like how to do this.” I point back and forth between us. “I’ve never done this before, and the only men my mom has ever brought home are the kind who pay for sexual favors.” The second the words are out of my mouth, I close my eyes and cringe, regretting my word vomit.
When I open my eyes, I expect to find pity in Micah’s gaze, but instead, all I see is compassion. “We’ll take this slow,” he says. “The truth is, I’ve never done this either, but I know that I want a relationship like my parents have. They’re in their fifties and still very much in love.”
“You’ve never dated before?” I ask.
“Nope. I’ve been enjoying being a bachelor. Contrary to what you might believe, I’m not a man-whore by any means. I just wasn’t looking to settle down yet.”
“And now you are?”
“Yeah,” he says contemplatively, his features turning serious. “My mom always said when I found the right woman I would know, and I think I’ve found her.”
My heart picks up speed at his words, and I take a deep breath, trying not to let myself get too worked up. Men are good with pretty words. I’ve heard more than my fair share of men say pretty things to my mom before she fucked them. The problem was, after they had their way with her, those pretty words turned ugly.
“That doesn’t sound very slow,” I murmur, making him chuckle.
“Sorry,” he says with a grin. “Sometimes I have a heavy foot.”