Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Come here, baby girl.”
I crouch down, and she comes trotting over into my arms. Thank God she didn’t run away from me.
Always to me. Bless her heart.
I walk back over to Gabe.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m not sure how she got free.” I put her down and refit the lead to the harness, making sure it’s secure.
As I stand, Gabe’s hand touches mine and lingers there. “Ava.”
I look down at him, and words fail me. He’s so beautiful, and the way he’s looking at me reignites my body back to life.
“Look, I—”
Something catches my eye, and I look up. “Gabe,” I cut him off.
Not that I want to cut him off because I really want to hear what he was going to say, but there’s a guy waving at me from the other side of the field, near Gabe’s car.
“There’s a guy near your car, and he’s waving at me.”
After talking about stalkers, I’m feeling a little creeped out by a random stranger waving at us. What if he’s recognized Gabe? At this distance though, that wouldn’t be possible, would it?
Gabe turns his head to look. “Oh, it’s the pizza delivery guy.”
I look down at him, surprised. “Pizza delivery guy? You ordered pizza? When?”
“When you went to the car to get the blanket and chair.” He digs in the pocket of his shorts and pulls out a fifty-dollar bill. “I ordered a couple. One plain and a meat feast. You mind going over to pay him?” He holds out the bill.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” I take the money and walk over to the delivery guy.
When I return with the pizzas, Gabe digs in straightaway. Before I know it, we’re eating pizza and running lines, and I never do ask him what he was going to say before.
Gabe
Speedy’s been living here for two weeks now, and I can honestly say, it’s the most fun I’ve had in ages.
She’s crazy but in a totally great way. She never stops talking, but now, instead of finding it annoying, I like it. Hearing her ramble on is soothing in an odd kind of way.
I’ve never met a woman like her before. She’s totally comfortable with who she is. She doesn’t care that she talks too much. Or that she’s quirky. She’s not constantly worrying about how she looks or fixing her hair and makeup all the time.
She’s sweet and kind, and the way she loves that goat…I swear, that thing is lucky as fuck.
And the goat’s even growing on me. I’m not sure what’s happening to me, but I think I’m going soft.
Not that I’d ever admit that to Speedy—or the goat.
I like having them here, which isn’t something I thought I would ever say about anyone—ever.
I spend nearly every minute of the day with Speedy, and I never get bored of her company. Not once.
I can’t even spend this much time around Tate without wanting to strangle him.
I’ve always been the kind of guy who needs his own space, but with her…I don’t want to be away from her for longer than necessary.
And the urge to sink my cock deep into her body is stronger than ever. The more I get to know her, the more I want her.
I swear, it’s taking a lion’s strength not to grab her and kiss the hell out of her.
It’s all I think about. Kissing her, tasting her, licking every inch of her skin, watching her come apart in my arms.
In my head, I’ve fucked her in a hundred different ways on every surface of my apartment.
If only I could fuck her for real.
But she’s my employee. And I just can’t do it.
Aside from feeding me amazing food—I swear, I’m going to have to hit the gym so hard when this boot comes off—and taking care of me—helping me out of the bath, and she gave me a shave the other day with an electric, as there was no way I was letting her near me with a wet razor—she’s been running lines with me every day.
But I keep avoiding the sex scene in the script. Because, honestly, I don’t know if I’ll be able to distinguish fact from fiction if we do read that scene together. And I’ve never had that problem before, but with her…it’ll be a problem. Thank God my PA, Donna, is back from vacation, which means I can get her to run those lines with me when I need her to.
I’m so pent-up with wanting Speedy. I know, if I get anywhere close to acting out a sex scene with her, even with words, I’ll blow like a fucking pressure cooker.
And I don’t like feeling out of control. The way she makes me feel, it’s confusing and not something I’m used to.
I’m always in control. Even in the past, when people might have thought I wasn’t, I was.