Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
My hand dropped to my side as Charity walked over to me and whispered, “Oh hell. He wants nookie too! Greek dick, meet Italian pussy.”
“Shut up!” I said while I pushed her away from me.
Lifting her hand, she called out, “I’ll be in my room with Liv!”
Turning back to the intercom, I pressed it again. “Sorry, my roommate was talking to me. Come on up, I’ll buzz you in.”
I stood there like an idiot as I stared at the door. There was no time to change my clothes or touch-up my makeup.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
The knock on the door caused me to jump. Taking in a deep breath, I walked over and opened it. Clearly I was not prepared for the sight before me because I gasped. If you looked up Greek god in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Nic Drivas next to it.
My eyes leisurely roamed his body. He wore jeans, cowboy boots, and a tight long-sleeve black shirt. He was holding a bottle of wine in one hand and flowers in the other. I didn’t even care I was ogling him.
Oh yes. I want to have nookie with this man.
“S’up?”
Oh gosh. Did I really just say that?
Nic’s gaze moved over my body slowly. The air between us instantly charged, and I was suddenly wondering if I had shaved my legs.
Please let me have shaved my legs. There was no time to shower now.
“Damn, you look hot.”
I glanced down. Huh?
Jerking my head back up, I replied, “I’m wearing sweats and a T-shirt.”
He was staring at the only skin I had exposed. My stomach.
“You make sweats and a T-shirt look hot as hell, Gabi.”
I let out a giggle. “Um, well I’ll change in a bit, these are my cooking clothes.”
Nic lifted a brow and asked, “May I come in?”
“Yes! Gosh sorry about that.”
A slow smile grew over his face. His stubble had grown even more from earlier today, making his dimples harder to see.
My eyes glanced down to the wine.
“I hope you like shiraz.”
“I love it! Do you mind if I open it now or do you want to wait until dinner?”
“I’m game for having a glass now. What’s for dinner?”
Smiling, I replied, “Chicken parmigiana.”
Nic closed his eyes and groaned. “Damn, that’s one of my favorites.”
Swallowing hard, I tried not to think about how I wanted to push him onto the sofa and crawl all over him.
Ugh. Stop it, Gabi.
“Want to help?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
Nic followed me and replied, “I’d love to help.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I asked, “How good are you in a kitchen?”
He chuckled and reached for one of my aprons that was hung up. I couldn’t help my smile when I saw the apron he had put on as I read it.
Caution . . . hot stuff coming through.
“You’d be amazed at the things I can do with these hands.”
Digging my nails into my palms, I fought to keep the groan from leaving my lips.
Oh, I can only imagine what you could do with those big, strong hands.
Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs.
“Basil. I love basil.”
Smiling, I said, “Good. It’s from my own herb garden.”
“Nice.”
“Do you want to pound the meat?”
The moment I said it I knew I had made a faux pas. Nic’s eyes widened in shock and his smile looked a tad on the evil side.
“Wow. You’re moving faster than I thought. I’d love to pound your meat, Gabi.”
He moved closer to me and I held my breath. The way he stalked up on me had my stomach in a fluttering mess.
My heartbeat was so loud in my ears I could hardly think.
When I hit the island, he turned and picked up the package of chicken breasts behind me. “Do you have a meat mallet I can use for these?”
I looked at the chicken and smiled.
Bastard.
Reaching into the drawer, I pulled it out and handed it to him. “Pound away.”
His eyes turned dark and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Is that an invitation, Gabi?”
“To pound her meat? Yes. That was.”
We both spun around to see Charity standing there with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Don’t you have a date you need to be getting ready for?” I asked as I shot her a dirty look.
Nic laughed and stuck his hand out toward her. “Nic Drivas. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Charity Maxwell. Nice to meet you too, Nic.”
When he turned around and started on the chicken, Charity looked at me. Eyes wide open with her mouth slightly ajar. She shook her head and mouthed, holy shit.
I motioned for her to go away. She acted like she was grabbing him and began air humping. Shooting her a dirty look, I mouthed, stop it.
“So, Nic, Gabi tells me you’re a cop.”
Handing him a plastic bag for the chicken, he smiled at me. “Thanks. And yes, I am.”