Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I'm not ready for our weekend to end…but I desperately need to talk to someone about him. And I can't talk to him about him. That would be weird.
Tyler is a clueless idiot, but when a clueless idiot is all you have, you make due. And he owes me, both for the unicorn costume and for the interruption on Halloween.
I mean, the sheriff now knows I had sex. I've never even met him, and he knows Drake had his dick in me on the first date. Awkward.
"I need to get to work so I can kill Tyler," I explain to Drake and then hesitate. "Besides, the sooner I get there, the sooner I get to leave."
"I like this plan if it involves you coming to my place when you get off, unicorn."
"You want me to come over after work?" I smile at him.
"I didn't want you to leave at all," he growls, scowling at the road ahead.
"You're thinking about that dungeon in the basement right now, aren't you?"
"No." His gaze flickers in my direction, his brows furrowed. He looks like a cranky little boy who was told no. It's kind of sexy, especially with his hair all messy and his tattoos on display. The intricate vines of ivy run up his arms from his wrists all the way to his neck. It's way too damn sexy. "I'm thinking about revising my plans to turn the goddamn bedroom into a dungeon."
"I saw that movie once, Drake. The housekeeper was scandalized. Oh, turn here!"
He narrowly avoids missing the turn onto my road. Once the truck is steady again, he shoots me a look that makes me laugh.
"You're the one who distracted me." I shrug.
He sighs heavily, but I see the tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He's not nearly as annoyed as he's trying to pretend. "Which house is yours, baby? Tell me before you get us both killed."
"It's the last one on the left. And you're the one driving, not me."
"Thank God," he mutters.
I reach across the console and poke him in the ribcage.
"Tell me about this movie," he rumbles. "For research purposes."
"You think it was porn, don't you?"
"Maybe." His gaze flickers in my direction. "Was it?"
"Maybe."
He grins, shaking his head. "You're coming over after work, Madeline."
"You really want me to?" I don't know why I find that so hard to believe. I guess part of me expects him to be tired of me already. We slept together. We spent all weekend together. Isn't this supposed to be the part where he runs?
He isn't running.
I don't think he intends to run at all.
Why aren't I running?
I need to talk to Tyler because my head is all messed up over this man, and I have no freaking clue what I'm doing. All I know for sure is that I want to keep doing whatever this is.
He doesn't say anything until he pulls into my driveway and kills the engine. And then he turns to me, slipping his hand around the back of my neck to force me to look at him. Our eyes tangle, his blazing with sincerity.
"If your gorgeous ass isn't on my doorstep fifteen minutes after you get off work, I'm going to tear this entire fucking town apart, unicorn," he says, his voice somber. "Today is going to be the longest fucking day of my life."
"Mine too," I whisper.
When I walk through the doors to Dooley Advertising an hour later, Tyler is pacing outside my office, a scowl on his handsome face.
"You're late," he growls.
"And you're lucky you're still breathing," I retort, stalking toward him. "I hate you, Tyler Dooley."
"What the fuck did I do?" He furrows his brows at me, looking like he has no clue.
"Oh, I don't know." I slam my hands down on my hips to glare at him. "Let's think about it. Where did you send me on Halloween?"
"To the party at Trick or Treat?"
"Right. And what did you tell me about the party?"
"That everyone would be dressed up… Oh. Shit." He rubs a hand over his beard, trying to hide a smile. But that stupid hand can't hide the humor in his eyes.
"Yeah, shit." I scowl daggers at him. "I hate you so much."
"What did you do, baby cousin?"
"I showed up dressed in a freaking unicorn onesie, Tyler!" I cry, stabbing him in the chest with my fingernail. "I was the only one in the entire bar in a costume!"
He throws his head back, roaring with laughter.
I should have brought Drake to work with me to help me carry his overgrown stupid body out of here after I kill him. There's no way I can do it myself.
I practically drag him into my office by his Charlie Brown tie, tugging slightly harder than necessary in the hopes that it chokes him.
"Jesus Christ," he wheezes when I reluctantly release him once we're over the threshold. He rubs his throat. "Easy there, killer."