Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“I’m up,” he mumbles and looks over at me, his blue eyes going dark. “Jesus.”
I look down at my outfit. “Is it not enough?”
“How do you make a loose top and jeans the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?” he asks, getting up and putting on his boots. “You ready?” He gets up and walks to me, and then bending to kiss me. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Smiling at him, I wipe my lip gloss off his lips. He grabs my hand, and we walk out together with our hands linked. He opens the passenger door and waits for me to get in, then steals another kiss. This one is a touch longer, neither one of us wanting to end it. He finally pulls away, closing the door and walking to his side.
“You ready?” he asks, starting the car and putting his sunglasses on.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I answer and look out the window while he makes his way to the restaurant. I don’t know what I’m expecting, or maybe I’m just expecting to be slammed with the paparazzi, but it’s nothing like that. We pull up to the restaurant, and no one is there. The valet opens the door for me while another valet attendant walks to the driver’s side, holding the door open for Carter. I step onto the sidewalk and hold my purse in my hand, waiting for Carter. He comes to my side and puts his hand on my lower back, making me walk into the restaurant first. The hostess smiles at me, but then sees Carter and smiles even wider.
“Hey, we have a reservation for Johnson,” Carter says, not even looking at her. His eyes roam the restaurant as she grabs two menus and asks us to follow her. She finds a table in the back and sets down the menus with a smile before slinking away.
“Have you been here before?” I ask him, grabbing the glass of water from the table and looking at him grabbing the menu.
“Yeah, a couple of times,” he mumbles, and then the waiter appears to tell us the specials of the night.
“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I tell him, getting up. I want to go over to kiss him, but I stop myself. “This whole thing in public is harder than I thought.”
“Is it?” He smiles and grabs his own glass of water. “I guess following you into the bathroom to cop a feel and maybe an orgasm would be a red flag?”
I glare at him. “Don’t you dare.” I turn, leaving him to chuckle to himself. The bathroom has four stalls in it, and all of them are the same size. I’m sitting down when I hear the door open and the sound of two women coming in.
“Did you see Carter?” one of them asks, and I hold my breath. “Fuck, he is even hotter than I remember.”
“I know,” the second voice says, “and I have to say he gave the best head of my life.” My heart sinks. I get up, flushing the toilet, and the women stop. I open the door and come out to see the
hostess from before standing there touching up her makeup. She opens her mouth when she sees me. The other woman has to be a hostess also since they are dressed the same. I ignore them, going over and washing my hands, then leaving them in there. My heart is pounding when I finally get back to the table and see that Carter is on his phone. He looks up, and he must see it on my face that something is wrong. His eyes fill with worry.
“What happened?” he asks, leaning in, and when I grab the glass of water, my hands shake a touch. “Erin.”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting down my water glass. “Just overhearing a couple of the hostesses in the bathroom discuss your oral skills talent,” I say, looking down at the menu now, not really reading.
“Erin,” he says my name softly. “Look at me.”
I shake my head. “Not right now, Carter,” I tell him. I feel the table move, and he gets up.
“We are leaving,” he says, and I look up now. “Let’s go.”
“No,” I tell him. “I’m not going to leave because then they are going to know it got to me.”
“This was a stupid idea,” he says and returns to his seat when he sees that I’m not getting up.
“No, it was a nice idea,” I tell him. “Maybe next time, you should choose a place where you didn’t fuck the hostesses.” He doesn’t answer because the waiter comes by and takes our order. When he walks away, I look back at Carter.
“I hate that our night is ruined because of this,” he says, shaking his head. “All I wanted was to take you out.”