Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
And boy is he gonna get it.
“Excellent class, ladies.” Jalene concedes an appreciative grin for Trevor. “And gentleman. I’m impressed, Mr. Bishop. Beginners don’t usually fare as well in my classes.”
“If that was faring well,” Trevor drawls with a chagrined smile. “I’d hate to see crashing and burning.”
All the ladies laugh at his remark, and Anna is practically coquettish. She walks over to Trevor as everyone disperses.
“I’m Anna, by the way.” She appears so small and delicate beside him. I can’t stand petite women like her who look like they need saving all the time. Anna bats her lashes, lays a hand on Trevor’s arm, and even giggles. I’m so glad I haven’t had breakfast yet.
Have you no self-respect, woman?
And besides, I have plans of my own for Trevor Bishop.
I’m just about to break up that little tête-à-tête when Jalene stops me.
“Sofie, I’m sorry I didn’t call you back yet.” Jalene blocks my path to Trevor and Anna.
“Call?” I lean subtly to the left, just in time to see Anna following Trevor into the coatroom.
The hell.
“Yes.” Jalene raises her penciled brows expectantly. “You asked me about a series of instructional barre videos for your new lifestyle website, remember?”
“Oh, yes.” I try to focus on the conversation, but can’t help wondering what’s going on in that coatroom. “Of course.”
“I was afraid I wouldn’t have time, but I can do it.”
“That’s awesome, Jalene.” I give a quick smile. “My assistant Stil will contact you to set up details.”
“Great job in class today, Sofie.”
“Thanks.” Having Trevor behind me added a little something to my usual enthusiasm. “I need to grab my coat. Thanks again, Jalene.”
I speed walk to the coatroom, jerking the door open like I might catch Trevor and Anna in the middle of a compromising position. They are both fully dressed, though. Both layered up for the cool morning and laughing over something I’m sure I wouldn’t find funny.
“Sofie, hey.” Anna leans into Trevor, her head well below his shoulder. “I was just inviting Trevor to opening night for my new show.”
“Really?” I lean against the wall by the door. “And what did Trevor say?”
“I hadn’t gotten around to saying anything yet.” Trevor walks over to stand in front of me, taking my hand. “Maybe we could go together.”
Just past his shoulder, the dismay on Anna’s face is almost humorous. I’m sure when she invited Trevor, she wasn’t thinking he’d bring me along. And he won’t be.
“See you Thursday, Anna.” I address her, but my eyes cling to Trevor’s. Will I have to climb the man for her to take the hint?
“But, Trevor and I—”
“Thursday, Anna.” My eyes and words cut into her sentence like a razor blade. “Good-bye, Anna.”
She’s out the door without further protest.
Trevor rests one arm against the wall by my head, his scent and the warmth of his body sheltering and stimulating me, making me feel safe and completely vulnerable at the same time. He stares down at me, waiting for my move. I’ve never taken a step in his direction, and the fact that I sought him out obviously pleases him, but he knows me at least well enough to guess there must be a reason.
I reach behind me to lock the door. Trevor’s eyebrows lift, but he otherwise remains still. I reach up to rest an arm on his shoulder, sliding my fingers into the short, soft hair close to his scalp.
“Let’s get straight to the point and not play games, Bishop.”
His hand, wrapping around my waist, cupping the curve of my back, lays warm and heavy through the thin fabric of my workout clothes.
“I don’t play games, Sof.” Trevor leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’m a man who goes after what he wants and usually gets it.”
He pulls back, dark eyes not laughing, close to sober.
“Am I getting what I want?” He drops his other arm from the wall, bringing that hand to my side, and pulls me close enough to feel his hard body through the sweatpants and hoodie he’s put on. “Say yes.”
I’ll do better than saying yes. I’ll show him.
I tug his head toward me until our mouths touch. Those full lips are softer than I imagined. He opens me up with his tongue, delving into my mouth slowly, like he’s savoring the first taste of me as much as I’m savoring my first taste of him. He groans into our kiss.
“God, Sofie. I knew you’d taste like this.”
His words drop off and he pulls my bottom lip between his, every suck and pull a direct hit between my legs. My wandering hands explore the strong neck, the broad shoulders, the bulge of his arms, the tight waist. Even though he can never truly be mine, I’m claiming him for these moments at least. I open my mouth wider, stretching for him, pulling his tongue deeper into my mouth.