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)
When we finish eating, he takes me on a quick tour of his place, and it’s even more gorgeous than I thought—complete with several bedrooms, bathrooms, a small gym, an office, and even a theater room.
“I thought when you said we were watching a movie, you meant your hotel had a theater.”
“It does as well,” he says, dropping onto the comfy, double reclining, leather couch next to me. “But I had a mini one put in here for my personal use.”
As I glance at the seat below me, wondering how many women he’s fucked on this couch, he must sense my mood shift because he adds, “It’s a great way to watch sports with friends.”
“So, you’ve never fucked anyone in here?” I blurt out, curiously.
He turns my direction where his hazel eyes lock with mine. “I’ve never brought a woman here before. Living in a hotel means having access to rooms. This is my home, where I hope to one day live with my wife and kids. Hookups don’t belong here.”
And yet, he brought me here. My heart inflates in my chest at the notion that I’m the first woman he’s brought to his home, but I quickly find a needle and pop it.
Stop it, Sienna! He’s giving you pretty words. That’s what men do.
“So… what movie are we watching?” I choke out, needing to change the subject.
He eyes me quizzically, and I can tell he wants to ask what I’m thinking, but he hands me the remote instead, and says, “Pick something while I grab us a couple of drinks and popcorn. What do you prefer to drink?”
“If you have sweet tea, I’ll take that. If not, bottled water is good.”
“Sweet tea is my favorite,” he says with a grin. “Be right back.”
I scroll through the movies and end up settling on Fast and the Furious. Since Micah’s not back yet, I send a text to Ellie to check on her. She’s quick to respond with,
Ellie
Shouldn’t you be busy on your date? If you’re thinking about me, he must be doing something wrong.
I groan at her response, wishing she could go back to being ten again, when she was cute and sweet and didn’t have a smart mouth. As a teenager, I didn’t have time to get into trouble—I was too busy caring for my baby sister and working minimum wage jobs after school just to put some food on the table and to help pay the bills. But something tells me Ellie is going to give me a run for my money.
Sienna
We’re about to watch a movie. He’s grabbing us snacks. And I’ll never be too busy to check on you.
Ellie
Yeah, yeah. Love you too, sis. Now go enjoy yourself.
When Micah returns with a huge bowl of buttery popcorn and two bottles of sweet tea, I take a bottle and the tub of popcorn from him and hand him the remote.
He presses a button on the couch that dims the lights and then clicks play. We watch the movie in silence for a good half an hour before Micah pauses it and turns toward me. “I think I messed up.”
“Oh, how?” He hasn’t done anything wrong as far as I can tell. He’s been a complete gentleman all morning. The food was delicious, the movie is one of my favorites, and despite me accusing him of making plans for us to hang out at his place, once he explained his reasoning, his understanding of my need to keep my sister close was both thoughtful and appreciated.
“I wanted to get to know you, but it’s kind of hard to do that without being able to talk. This might be the only chance I get. It was hard enough to get you to go on this date with me. I feel like I should take advantage of it.”
“Okay,” I say with a laugh. “What do you have in mind?”
Twenty minutes later, Micah is stepping out of his room, ready to get into the pool. He looks good in his powerful suits, sexy in jeans and a Henley, but in board shorts… Holy shit—this is by far my favorite look on him. He’s solid everywhere, his chest and abs and Jesus, the V that dips low into his shorts, all look like they were airbrushed on. I suck my lips into my mouth, praying I’m not actually drooling, while wondering if he would think it’s weird if I walked over and ran my fingers down his abs to see if they’re actually real.
My eyes move to his arms. Since I’ve only ever seen him in long sleeve shirts, this is my first time seeing his bare arms. They’re not only corded with muscle, but both forearms are covered in ink. With a suit on, he exudes power and money, but underneath, he looks like a sexy bad boy.