Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, this is spectacular.”
Wolfe stares at me. “You never came here?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Fucked many women here,” he murmurs.
I purse my lips. “Seriously?”
He winks at me.
Dick.
Talk about taking away from the moment.
“Look around, see if you can find anything that stands out.”
“Yes, boss,” I mumble, stepping over a heap of rocks and beginning my walk down the left-hand side of the river.
I’m mostly distracted in thought about Wolfe and the scene earlier. He is testing me, but maybe it’s only fair that I return the favor. He is so sure that he will never sleep with me, and that I will beg him for it, but what if I could make it go the other way? What if I could have him begging for me? It’s a devious thought, and a little risqué, but I could use the distraction. I think it might be fun.
Plus, it will serve him right to have something thrown back at him.
Stepping over a pile of rocks, I pause, moving backward as I notice something under a pile of leaves. Squatting down, I shove some rocks out of the way and push the leaves aside to see an old, worn, wooden box. Lifting it up, I call Wolfe over before opening the lip to reveal the contents. There is a picture of the historic library in town, and over the picture there are words written in white marker – Where stories sleep, and truth leaks.
Beneath the photo is a small dog tag, and on that dog tag there are initials carved. W.C.C.W
Wolfe reaches me and immediately takes the dog tag out of my hand, holding it up and staring down at it. He flinches before reaching out and snatching the photo from my hand. He glances down at it, his jaw so tight I wonder if he’s about to snap. A low growl escapes his throat as he shoves the dog tag into his pocket and looks up at me. “This fucker is enjoying this.”
That much is clear.
“Do you know what those initials mean?”
Wolfe shakes his head.
“So, do we go to the library?”
Wolfe nods, sharply.
“It’s closed until ten.”
I pull my phone out, glancing at the time. It’s only nine thirty. An idea springs to my mind, and I wonder if I have the courage to pull it off. I have decided I am going to play Wolfe’s little game, so I might as well start now.
“In that case, I might take a dip.”
Wolfe stares at me, seemingly shocked.
I begin placing my things down on the rock before flashing him a smile and walking to the edge of the river where, little by little, I take off all my clothes. I start with my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. Then, I move to my shorts, shimmying out of them. I stand there in only my bra and panties for just a moment before deciding to remove them, too.
Everything hits the ground until I am standing fully naked.
Turning slightly, I look back at Wolfe who is staring at me with a fire in his gaze. A fire I have been wanting to see.
This might just be fun.
“Are you coming?”
Before he can answer, I leap into the water.
The river's water envelops me, its coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun. The crisp sensation washes over me as I stay under, letting the little ripples push my body around. The water is crystal clear, and when I resurface, my hair is flowing around me, the dark red standing out against the river surrounding me.
Wolfe is down to nothing and has just walked into the water when my eyes find his.
My heart skips a beat just as he dives beneath the water, coming up a moment later, his hair a mess as it lies on his forehead, his eyes so bright beneath the sun they are absolutely breathtaking. He’s so fucking perfect, in every way a man can be perfect. As he swims toward me, I hold my breath, wondering what he might do next.
“Know what you’re doin’,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to the water where he can no doubt only see shimmers of my naked body.
“I’m not doing anything,” I say casually, as I tip my head back to let the water soften my hair.
“You think you can get me beggin’ for you—” he leans in close “—you can’t.”
I lean in a little closer. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m more than capable of getting a man if I need one.”
His hand moves under the water, gliding past my breasts, making me gasp.
“Then tell me, Kitten, why you are strung so tight when I’m around. I don’t even have to touch you and you’re tensin’ up.”
“It has been a while.” I try to keep my voice calm. “A girl has needs, you’re a good-looking man, but I have no interest in fucking you.”