Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
He watches me, his eyes going dark. “We should take a shot every single time someone says equity.”
“Oh, good one.” I point at him. “Very, very good.” I clap my hands. “This is shaping up to be a really fun night.”
He tilts his head to the side, puts his hand on the back of my chair, and smirks. “The night’s just starting, Zoey.”
Seven
Nash
I watch her eyes move back and forth, her cheeks turning a little pink. “We should eat before we start taking shots,” she suggests. “Otherwise you might be carrying me home over your shoulder.”
I turn to her. “If that’s the case, I say finish that glass of wine so I can carry you home with me.” I lean in, hearing her breath hitch. “Except I only have the key to my room, so you’ll be sleeping in my bed.”
“I have the key in my purse.” She about stumbles the words out.
“It would be rude of me to go into your purse.” I move back to my seat as the chairs around us start to fill up. I look over at her in that fucking dress that had me hard the minute I fucking saw her in it. It hugs every single curve on her body, and being strapless, I have to wonder if she’s wearing a bra, which makes it really fucking uncomfortable in my pants.
“I think I would be able to crawl back to my room,” she states, and I raise my eyebrows.
“You on your hands and knees,” I tease, picking up my glass of water, “that’s something I’ve envisioned before.”
“Nash,” she says my name and laughs. “Rules.”
“Broke the minute you opened the door in that dress,” I mumble to her. She doesn’t have a chance to say anything to me as the woman beside her compliments her dress. They put the plate of steak down in front of me, and I’ve never wanted to finish a meal faster in my life. The meal goes quickly with the closing speeches, then everyone slowly gets up.
“Where to now?” she asks, looking at me as she grabs her purse.
“To the bar.” I motion with my head to the left. I put my hand on her back, laying claim to her. If anyone is looking her way, they will know she’s with me. When we get to one of the bars, a couple of men stand at the counter with a couple more coming up behind us. “What do you want to drink?”
“Tequila,” she says. “If we are taking shots and you aren’t backing down.”
“Trust me, Zoey, once I start in on something, I never, ever back down.” I wink at her as I give the bartender a chin up. “Two shots of tequila,” I order, then look around at a couple of people. “Anyone else?”
“We should,” one of the guys near me states. “After four days, we deserve it.”
“I agree,” Zoey adds, trying not to burst out laughing. “It was a good time.”
“Lots of equity talk,” one of the guys adds, and I look over at her as she holds up a finger.
We take a shot of tequila, and she chases it with a sip of water. “What do you want to drink?”
“I’ll have a vodka with a splash of soda water.”
I turn back to order the drinks before I put my hand on her hip to lean in and whisper in her ear, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she confirms, “I’m having more fun than I thought I would.”
“It’s the equity,” I joke, and she throws her head back and laughs. My lips tingle to lean forward and kiss her neck. I’ve never seen this side of her. Well, to be honest, she’s always run away from me the minute she’s had a chance. But now, having spent the past week with her, I am able to admit that everything I thought about when I met her was the truth.
The bartender returns with her drink, my glass of scotch, and two shots of tequila. She pulls away from her conversation with one of the wives to smirk at me. “Are you going to say equity just to get me to drink?”
“No, I’m going to say equity so I get to carry you to my bed.” I wink at her and hold up my glass for her to clink on it. I down the shot, and she winces when she downs hers before she takes a sip of her vodka.
We stand side by side at the bar with a couple of people around us. I’m having one conversation on my right while she is having a conversation on her side. Her laughter makes me look over at her as she turns her head and laughs on my shoulder. I see the man from before, and he is holding up his hand. “I said what I said, and I’m not taking it back.” Zoey turns back to him, and with her being so close to my arm, I wrap it around her waist to get her closer to me. “So are you going to work with me?”