Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“And our first day together, I’ve made you cry.”
“It’s for all the good memories.”
“You ready to go?”
“I am.” She was a little taken aback to have found out that she actually enjoyed spending time with him. The morning at least.
He wouldn’t let her grab her bags, and she followed behind him as he was determined to do all the work for her.
Humming to herself, she followed him to the elevator. He told her to go the parking lot, so she clicked the button for the correct floor.
No one stopped the elevator and as they walked out, it was also silent. This was what she loved about early mornings on a Saturday, the peace that was always there.
Brice led the way toward his car.
Of course, it was a fancy one. She expected nothing less from him.
He put her bags in the trunk of the car, and she was surprised they fit. Next, he opened the door for her, and she thanked him, climbing in.
This was the longest time she’d spent with a man. Kind of strange to her, but her parents would be so thrilled right now.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the smile?”
“My parents would be so thrilled to know I was getting a ride with Brice Ivory.”
“Your parents?”
“Yep. They think it’s time for their daughter to settle down. You know, stop messing around with food and be part of the family business.”
“You own a successful business. You’re wealthy in your own right.”
“As are you, but parents have that way about them that make you feel you have to do as you’re told. I have no interest in their kind of business. Technology is always cold to me. I like things warm and homey.”
“Are they trying to set you up yet?” he asked.
“Yes. I’ve had to turn down three dates so far this month. All with prospective husbands that can take a seat on the board. Hard-working men who think the best way into my parents’ lives is through me. I hate it.”
He pulled out of the apartment building, and they were on the road. There was already a lot of traffic.
She pulled out her cell phone, found the grocery store where she wanted to go, and then put it on speaker so he got the directions.
“I hate being told where to go.”
“I figured this would beat me telling you where to go. Technically, I’m not giving you directions.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “That is one way to see it.”
The woman’s voice on the phone navigated them to the grocery store. Brice found an available spot, and she climbed out. “You coming?”
“Sure.” He unbuckled his belt, and together they walked into the supermarket.
Brice drew attention to himself. He didn’t seem to notice as she got him to push the trolley. He followed her around the store without complaint as she put food, meat, canned items, and everything to get her through the week.
“Have you been here often?” Brice asked.
“I don’t get the chance to come here. I tend to order online, and they deliver to me. I don’t drive.”
“You don’t?”
She shook her head. “I hate cars. I tried to pass my test in high school, and it didn’t work. I ended up failing three times, and after that, I figured I’d keep cab companies in business and walk everywhere. I happen to love walking.”
“I can imagine you do.”
She chuckled. “How are you feeling?” she asked. “Too domestic for you?”
“This is new for me. I’ve never shopped for food before. It’s a lot to take in, but I’m not running scared.”
“You’re completely serious about this friends thing, aren’t you?”
“Why not? Don’t get me wrong, you want to step it up a notch to include benefits I’m all for it.”
She rolled her eyes.
“But, I’m happy to just be friends. It makes a nice change. We’re kind of used to the same things.”
“How do you mean?”
“We’ve both grown up with power-hungry parents. We know what it’s like to have a certain expectation. We both have parents throwing prospective partners at us.”
“You do as well?”
“Yep, and I get a lot of shit when I pick a person they don’t think is right. Like Sandy last night. They don’t like her. They don’t want a gold-digger.”
“Why do they assume Sandy is a gold-digger?”
“Because she is. She makes no one doubt that she wants a man with money so when the modeling days are over, she can live a life of luxury.”
“And you still enjoyed sleeping with her?” Danielle asked.
“Not a lot of sleeping happened.”
“Fair enough.”
“You didn’t blush.”
“Did you expect me to?”
“I don’t know. I guess I expected something.”
“Hate to shock you, Brice. I’m thirty years old. Sex is not something I’m new to.”
“So you’ve had boyfriends in the past?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I wouldn’t call them boyfriends. Our friends status has only just begun. I won’t be kissing and telling on anything.”