Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“Come on, I’m starving.”
Kane flashes me a dirty look as he adjusts himself before following after me. We get in the car, and as soon as the campus is out of sight, I sigh in relief.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Tacos.”
“See if there’s a Mexican place in the area,” he says, looking around as he drives to see if he can spot any restaurants.
I search on my phone and tell Kane there’s one right by the hotel. He follows the GPS directions, and within ten minutes, we’re pulling into Guadalupe’s Taqueria.
As we eat dinner, Kane feels the need to cheer me up about college.
“You know, there’s a lot to look forward to about college.”
I unbutton my blazer, feeling stifled by it as I eat.
“Oh yeah?” I snort. “Like what? Drinking, wild parties, and sex?”
“It’s when you say things like that that I think you going to college is an awful idea,” he says, taking a sip of water.
“You and me both,” I sigh. “You know how much I hate school, and all of these stupid girls getting drunk and acting dumb so boys will like them… that’s not me.”
Kane smiles at me. “Thank God for that.”
“Seriously, part of the reason I broke up with Billy is because he’s a stupid teenager…”
“What’s the other part of the reason?”
Blushing, I look down at my plate before meeting Kane’s eyes.
“Let’s just say, he’s not very gifted.”
Both of Kane’s eyebrows raise up in surprise.
“Oh, so you’re just using me for my size?”
His voice is thick, and I want to move over to his side of the booth and make-out with him.
“It’s not just that… Billy didn’t turn me on. Not like you do.”
I can’t believe I’m actually tell Kane all of this! He smiles at me while reaching over for my hand. He subtly strokes my knuckles with his thumb.
“What about you?” I ask.
“Billy doesn’t turn me on either,” Kane jokes.
“I mean, what do you think about college?”
“I already went, remember?” He laughs, still running his thumb over my knuckles.
I tilt my head to the side and smack his hand playfully.
“In all seriousness, I had a good time in college, but it wasn’t very useful for a career in construction. I learned everything I needed for my business after school was over,” Kane explains.
“That’s what I figured,” I sigh.
“Look, I don’t think school is for everyone. I don’t think it necessarily secures a job for you. Nowadays, most college graduates don’t even get a job in the field they studied at school.”
“Can you please point that fact out to my father?” I plead.
“I’ll do what I can, but you know how stubborn your father is,” Kane chuckles. “But also, I still think you need to give your future some more thought. You’re destined for great things, Renee. I want you to believe in yourself,” Kane says, smiling at me.
Why does he do this to me? He makes me feel like no guy will ever compare to him when he says things like that and looks at me the way he does.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have food on my face or something?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m just wondering why some model hasn’t swept you off your feet yet.”
“A model, huh?” he asks, amused.
“Kane, you could be on the cover of a calendar of hot construction men or something…” I laugh. “You can have any girl you want.”
He looks into my eyes and down at my hand as he continues to stroke it.
“Can I?” he asks.
I wonder what he means by that, but we’re interrupted by the waiter bringing the check over. I reach for my purse, but Kane squeezes my hand.
“Don’t even think about paying.”
“Daddy gave me money. He doesn’t want you treating me the whole weekend.”
“I need someone to spoil,” he insists, taking his credit card out. “Since that model girlfriend hasn’t found her way to me yet.”
“Eh, she can take her time,” I grin at him as he winks.
12
Renee
After Kane and I finish dinner, we head back to the hotel that Dad reserved for us. I’m somewhat surprised he only got us one room with two beds. My father must really trust us, which makes me feel a little guilty.
Immediately, I throw my blazer off and sit on the bed to remove my shoes. Kane sits on the other bed and lies down.
“You never answered my question,” I tell him.
“Which question?”
I guess asking why a model hasn’t found him wasn’t taken as a serious question. I decide to take a straight-forward route in my line of questioning this time.
“I can’t remember the last time you had a serious girlfriend. Do you even date anymore?”
I look over my shoulder as Kane props himself up on his elbows.
“How can I date anyone when you’re blackmailing me?”
Maybe Kane does hate me for what I did after all. Now he’s blaming me for holding him back in his romantic life?