Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I was expecting when I get to the restaurant, but Malcolm Porter wasn’t it. Ridiculously hot Malcolm Porter. The Malcolm Porter who dates supermodels and other beautiful women. I realize my mouth is hanging open, so I snap it shut.
“Millicent?” he asks, extending his hand to me. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking. He’s looking at me intently, but I can’t get a read on his thoughts.
“Millie, but yes, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you, Malcolm,” I say, taking his hand. The second that I do, I resist the urge to snatch my hand back. After what seems like forever, he releases me and pulls my chair out for me. He joins me across the table.
After barely ten minutes of easy conversation, I realize that I could like this man, but I can’t. This is just to have a memory I can live off for the rest of my life. It alarms me how many times I have to remind myself of that. Malcolm’s not at all like the media portrays him and I know something about that. They call me cold and calculating, but I’m anything but. He’s so genuine. He doesn’t try to control the conversation and really listens to what I have to say. He orders a large meal, despite this being a lunch date so I don’t feel weird ordering what I want too.
“I have to attend a party in two days' time. It’s black tie. Would you accompany me?” he asks as we linger over coffee. It’s like neither one of us wants this date to end. I know that I don’t. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m both hot and cold. Achy.
“Your parent’s annual New Year’s Eve Party?”
“Yes. I’d rather not go at all, but my mother insists, besides it’s for a good cause” he says, rolling his sleeves up. I feel my eyes widen when I see his sexy tattoos. They cover both arms and I find myself wanting to trace them with my tongue. Is he covered in them? God, I want to find out. I’ve always wanted a tasteful tattoo, but I’ve always been too scared to get one because what would society say about me? My mother’s voice rings in my head every time I even think about getting one.
“Like what you see?” he asks, making me snap my eyes up to his. I feel my blush rising at being caught staring… again.
“Yes,” I whisper after clearing my throat. He just grins at me and I forget how to breathe.
“I’m already going, but I’d love to go with you,” I tell him, giggling a little. Since when am I a giggler? He smiles at me again and I swear my panties catch on fire. He pays the check, and we wait outside of the restaurant while our cars are brought up by the valet. Again, the conversation is easy. I’ve talked more to this man than I’ve ever spoken to a man who wasn’t in my employ. Gah, I like him. Not only is he hot, but he’s nicer than I thought he would be.
After the valet hands me my keys and I tip him, I am surprised by the soft kiss Malcolm places on my lips. I shouldn’t have been. We’d been building up to it all afternoon. It’s the best, sweetest kiss of my life. I don’t have many to compare it to, but it’s amazing.
“I’ll pick you up at seven at your place.” We exchange numbers and I text him my address. I still live with my parents. I will until I get married. I hardly ever see them. They spend a lot of their time in Atlanta.
“Sounds good,” I say, more dazed than I would have liked.
I get into my car and drive away. The further I get from him, the more it feels like I can’t breathe.
For something that’s not supposed to mean anything, it really freaking does. Maybe I should cancel? No, I’m doing this. I want him and I’m going to get that one delicious memory that will carry me through the rest of my life.
For the first time though, I wonder if one taste will ever be enough…
chapter four
Malcolm
Two Days Later
Fuck. I can’t stop shaking. My blood is pumping through me like a damn oil well that sprung a leak. I have been practically jacked up on something since the moment I laid eyes on my Millie. Calling her mine is a stretch since she only agreed to accompany me to my parent's party, but I can’t help it. Everything inside of me is telling me she is mine. Hell, I have fucking jacked off to a memory of her plump lips for days and the idea that I get to feel them for real has got me on a high. Thank fuck I am not driving and was smart enough to hire a car for the night. “I have the door.” I tell the driver, getting out.