Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You good?” he asks when he pulls his mouth from mine. I want to grab him and pull him back down, but I keep myself under control.
“I’m totally fine.” My words come out squeaky, making him smile.
“We’ll have breakfast.” He rolls off me. I watch him walk across the room in his boxer briefs that hug his thighs and butt just right. It’s a mental pic that will be etched in my mind forever. He unfortunately pulls on a pair of sweatpants.
I glance down to see what I have on because I know it’s not my dress. That’s lying on the floor next to my bra. Me stripping out of my dress without a second thought last night before I got into Bo’s bed flashes through my mind.
He hadn’t bothered to look away. No, he stood there and watched before he went and got one of his shirts for me to wear, saying it was for my own protection as he slid it over my head.
“I don’t have pants.” I crawl out of the bed.
“Everything you need is in the bathroom.” He points toward two double doors. This place is massive for being inside of a casino. Bo must be filthy rich if he’s renting out a casino suite to live in.
“Thanks.” I scurry over to the bathroom when he only stands there staring at me.
My boldness has suddenly slipped away, my shyness taking over. I’m out of my depth with this whole waking up with a man thing. And make no mistake about it, that’s what Bo is. A freaking man.
One with a handsome face, thick thighs, and a sinful mouth. I should have started off with someone my age. That’s never been my style, though. I have a way of throwing myself into the deep end, and I have no clue how to swim.
When I enter the bathroom, I see Bo wasn’t joking. Laid out on the double sink is everything I’ll need to get myself together. I use the bathroom before I brush my teeth. I grab a cloth to wash my face and realize my makeup is already off. I glance over to the towel bin and see a cloth in it with makeup all over it. He must have taken it off for me because I know I didn’t.
Who the hell is this man?
Quickly, I brush my hair, noticing a bag sitting at the end of the counter. I peek inside and see a pair of sweats. I pull them out. They’re my size. There is also a pair of slip-on shoes and socks. I put the rest of it on before I take the bag and shove my dress and heels inside.
Now, where is my purse? Probably forgot it in the entryway. How could I be so careless with my stack of cash? It might have been worth it.
I go to find Bo. He wants me to stay for breakfast. That has to mean something, but at the same time, he could be horrible for all I know.
He could have a wife somewhere. I mean, he is staying in a casino. He said it’s for work, but he must have a house. That could be where he stashed his wife and kids. The thought makes my stomach turn.
“Boss, some people are talking about her.” I freeze when I hear someone talking. Okay, I’m not totally frozen because I want to know what the heck is going on. I creep forward to listen but not be seen. Who is the her they’re speaking about?
“Then shut them up,” I hear Bo respond. His voice is icy cold. “It’s my casino. I’ve got her under control.” My heart drops. I’m the her they were referencing. I know it. The other man's words only confirm it.
“Are you keeping her here for the day? Should I clear your schedule?”
“Don’t worry about where I’m keeping her.”
“Sorry, sir. Is there anything else you need?”
“Not for now.”
I stay where I am until I hear the elevator open and close. I wait a few seconds before I walk out of the hallway.
“Have you seen my purse?” I ask, keeping my voice level. “Oh.” I spot it before he can respond. I grab it off the chair, opening it.
“Sit.” He pulls out a chair. The table is loaded with food.
“Give me a second. Need to check in with my sister. She might be freaking out.”
I pull out my phone and see that I do have a text from her from an hour ago asking if I left early this morning because she didn’t see me. I respond with a quick yes to her. She tells me she’s grabbing coffee at our normal spot to try and get some writing in. Mel really must be twisted up about what she read about Easton if she didn’t notice I hadn’t come home last night.