Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“That is so sexy.”
They stared at each other for a moment before he shook his head and turned his head away. “Fuck, what am I doing?”
“Uh, getting my stuff from my car. Here, I’ll help.”
She opened the door closest to her, cringing as some fast-food wrappers fell out.
Whoops.
After picking them up, she shoved the garbage back into the car. “You know what . . . why don’t I get my stuff and you bring your truck over? It’s not necessary to bring all of it anyway, right?”
Hack just gave her a look. “Yeah, that’s not happening. And we should bring it all. Just in case.”
A cold wind whipped through the parking lot and she shivered again, her teeth chattering.
“Let’s get you in my truck. I’ll get your stuff.” He nodded over at a big black truck that was parked close by.
She wrapped his jacket more firmly around her, letting his scent settle her. It was a little spicy and a little sweet. Nothing she could actually name.
But delicious anyway.
He started the truck up from a fob on his key ring.
“Ooh, that’s nice,” she said. “Please tell me it has heated seats. I will get in there and never want to leave. I could die happy sitting on heated seats.”
He gave her an amused look. “No dying in my truck. It’s bad for my rep.”
“As a bad-ass motorcycle dude? I thought it would do your rep some good.”
“As a doctor.”
Ahh, right.
“Yeah, I can see how a dead body in your truck would be a bad look.”
“Right. So let’s avoid that. But yes, it does have heated seats.” He opened the passenger door.
Wow. She’d never had someone open a vehicle door for her.
Don’t get used to it.
“Are you sure I can’t help with my bags? I should help. You’ve got to be freezing.”
Maybe he needed a hug.
Urgh, of course he doesn’t need a hug. And you barely know this man.
Obviously, the cold weather was affecting her brain. She glanced around, realizing that the sky had become very gray and dark. A lump of fear grew in her stomach.
Just breathe through it.
Everything will be all right.
“That’s not happening, Sugar Pie,” he told her. “In you get.”
To her shock, he lifted her into the truck.
And Lord . . . the heated seats were everything she’d ever dreamed of. And more.
She moaned as she sank further into the seat. That ache in her lower back that had developed after too many days of driving was easing and she could feel her eyelids drooping.
“You really like the heated seats, don’t you?” he asked with amusement.
“Oh. Sorry.” She straightened. Had she just moaned over a heated seat?
Embarrassing.
“Here you go. Take this.” She pulled off his jacket, then practically flung it in his face, her hand narrowly missed connecting with his nose.
He shied back.
“Oh my God!” What was wrong with her? “I’m so sorry. Did I hit you?”
“I’m fine. Don’t panic,” he soothed. “I’ll be back in a minute. Anything else you want besides your bags?”
“Um. No. Oh, the water bottle in the front seat, please.”
“Nice manners. You stay right here, understand me?”
She nodded.
“Words,” he said firmly.
Holy. Crap.
“Yes,” she managed to get out.
“That’s a good girl.” He winked.
Lord. No.
Just kill her now. He did not just call her a good girl. He shut the door, then walked over to her car. Her heart was pounding way too fast.
This was crazy.
Suddenly, she realized she’d sent him to get her water bottle. What was she thinking? She shouldn’t have brought that bottle with her, especially when she was going to visit her nephews.
Stop him before he can grab it.
But he’d told her to be a good girl and stay in the car.
He’s going to see my blow job bottle.
There were sayings along the side like . . .
Just one more inch to go.
Swallow like a good girl.
And when he read them, she was going to die.
Just as well she was sitting on a heated seat so she could die happy.
Maybe it was weird to have a bottle like that when she was scared to have sex. But it came from one of her favorite authors. One of the characters in her book had a bottle just like it, and when Greer looked at it, it reminded her of that book. The main male character in it was to die for.
He grabbed her bags first and then opened the door in the back.
“Just leave my drink bottle,” she said hastily. “I don’t need it. I can get water at the hotel. You need to get warm.”
He gave her a funny look. “And you need to stay hydrated. Even when it’s cold.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She was facing forward when he got back into the truck, but she could see he was holding the drink bottle from the corner of her eye.
Clearing his throat, he held it out to her. She hastily grabbed it, still not looking at him.