Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Nope.” I drain the last of my drink. “I ghosted them.”
He lifts a sexy eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really. They tried to call or text to see what was up. Especially Dennis, because he wanted those political connections, but I never replied.” I frown. “I shouldn’t have had that second drink. It’s a truth serum, and that’s not good.”
“It’s pretty good from where I’m sitting.” He smiles, and I lean my chin on my hand, gazing over at him.
“You’re pretty.” My voice sounds all dreamy and soft.
“Yep, that second drink is kicking in.”
“I would probably tell you that if I was sober, too, so I’m not embarrassed. And I’m not that tipsy.”
I take a deep breath, and we chat for a few more minutes. Chase pays the bill, and then we’re back in his truck and headed for my house.
“It occurs to me,” I say as we reach my front door, “that we talked all about me tonight. You didn’t tell me about your sordid past and the girl you found in bed with your best friend.”
He smirks and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Thankfully, that didn’t happen, but I have other tales to tell on the next date when I take you to Ciao.”
“That’s a deal, then.”
I really, really want him to kiss me. But he doesn’t. He leans in and presses his lips to my forehead again, and when he pulls away, I frown up at him.
“Am I repulsive to you?”
“Excuse me?”
“The kissing thing. Don’t get me wrong, the forehead kisses are nice, and something out of a movie, but you haven’t actually”—I gesture between the two of us—“kissed me.”
“Are you repulsive?” he asks, shaking his head. “Fuck no. It was all I could do to walk away from you last night.”
“Oh, good, because I thought maybe the bedtime outfit was a turnoff.”
He blinks in surprise and then blows out a breath. “No. No, it wasn’t. I haven’t kissed you,” he says, stepping just a smidge closer to me, “because once I start, I won’t stop until I kiss every inch of your amazing body, and you’re not ready for that yet. So, we’ll take our time. I’m okay with that.”
“Wow. Are your panties wet, or is that just me?”
The laugh that bubbles out of him is one of surprise and delight, and he kisses my forehead again.
“My pants might be a little tight,” he confesses. “Now, I’m going to be a gentleman and walk away, as long as you can get inside okay.”
“Pfft.” I wave him off. “Of course, I can. It’s right there. Next time, we can do the kissing thing.”
“That’s a promise.”
CHAPTER SIX
CHASE
How could she think that she’s repulsive? What kind of a complete fucking asshole would have put that thought in her gorgeous little head? Because Summer Quinn is anything but repulsive. Jesus, she stars in all of my fantasies, whether I’m sleeping or awake.
I left here hard as fuck last night, and thanks to the conversation on her porch, I’m leaving in the same condition tonight. I glance over to her front porch and watch her open the door and stumble inside, closing it behind her after she blows me a big kiss.
Summer’s funny when she’s a little tipsy. I like that she’s more outspoken and comfortable talking to me, even if it took a little liquid courage to get us there. I hope that we’ve crossed a line tonight and that she stays comfortable with me.
I start the engine, but before I can pull away from the curb, my baby sister texts me.
Millie: Whatcha doing?
I grin and call her.
“Why are you calling me?” she asks. “You’re supposed to text.”
“I’m driving,” I reply easily. “What’s up?”
“I was bored and thought I’d come hang at your pad for a while, but if you’re out and about, it’s all good.”
“I’m headed home now.” I can hear something in her voice that isn’t usually there, and it has me curious. “Meet me there. I’m two minutes out.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
She hangs up, and I drive home, park in the driveway, and walk inside. My rental is bigger than I need, and I don’t have a ton of furniture, so I’ve closed off the rooms I don’t use. I’ve just kicked my boots off when there’s a quick knock on the door, and then Millie strides right in, grinning at me.
“Hey,” she says. “Where were you tonight?”
“I had a date,” I reply easily. I know that she’s going to dig for information, and she’ll likely tease me about this for the foreseeable future, but I don’t really give a shit. “With Summer Quinn.”
Millie stops in her tracks and stares at me. “Seriously? You finally asked her out?”
“And she actually said yes.” I offer her a bottle of water, toss it to her when she nods, and join her in the living room. Millie stretches out on my couch, so I sit on the floor on the other side of the coffee table with my back against a chair.