Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Letting out a breath, I relax, but then I glance in the rearview mirror.
He’s unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Changing pants.” He pulls a set of grey sweatpants from a duffle bag. “Briefs, too..Would you like to pull over and watch me?”
I keep my eyes straight ahead, and before I know it, he’s climbing back upfront.
"Why would you pick the Four Seasons when the Grace estate is close by?” I ask him.
"The Grace Estate is always sold out this time of year,” he says. "Surely you know that.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “If my grandmother didn’t own it, I’d probably never get a room there.”
“I called and tried to use your name to get a reservation last year.”
“What did they say?”
“That I was lucky they didn’t take my name because they’re ban and trespass me for life for lying.”
I hold back a laugh.
Ahead of us, a bright yellow sign features a stack of fluffy pancakes, waffle sticks, and perfectly layered hamburger.
Pam’s Pancakes.
“We should stop there for lunch,” James beats me to the punch, and I immediately move to the exit lane.
“What type of traditions does your family do for the holidays?” I ask. “Well, when you used to go home, that is.”
“Before my dad passed away, we had tons, but in the years since...” He pauses. "If we all manage to get to the same house, we play nice for half an hour before someone starts arguing and then everyone joins in. If we're lucky, three people will stay to eat dinner."
"That sounds terrible."
"It could be worse."
"How?"
"Someone has never gotten angry enough to burn down the house. That's a silver lining."
I guess… I park the car in front of the diner and James holds the door open for me.
As I walk past him, I glance at his sweatpants and notice his cockprint.
Oh my God…
“Welcome to Pam’s Diner!” A woman in a bright blue apron smiles at me. “We have a holiday breakfast special that you’re sure to love if you find our menu overwhelming.”
“Thank you,” I say, looking up at the large screen.
My eyes fixate on the jumbo sausages, wondering how James’s cock compares.
Cut it out, Taryn. Focus on the FOOD.
“Oh, now wait a minute!” She says. “You’re both standing under the mistletoe!”
“I’ll have the waffle and strawberry combo.” I refuse to address that subject. “Then I’ll have your burger special—no raw garlic or onion, to-go, please.”
“You’re our very first lunch couple.” She beams. “If you kiss, your meal would be free.”
“We’re fine paying full price.” I look at James. “Isn’t that right?”
He doesn’t answer me.
“Awww, so you’re shy about showing a little public affection with your boyfriend?”
“No, but as a fellow business person, I’m sure you’d prefer our money over a kiss.”
“I’ll go grab our camera!”
“No, really—” I nearly stumble forward trying to prevent her from leaving. “We don’t need…”
James looks at me with his eyebrow raised, but I can’t read his expression.
Seconds later, the woman returns with a camera that looks like its from the eighties.
“We don’t want to do the kiss thing, sorry,” I say.
“Oh come on, hun. With a man who looks like that, you’re telling me that you don’t kiss him all the time in public to keep the thirsty tramps away?”
“Well I’m not his, so—”
“You should be.” He stamps his mouth over mine and grips my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
He slides his tongue against mine, daring me to pull away from his kiss.
Too entranced, I submit to him as he slips his tongue even further, as he slides a hand down to my ass and squeezes it.
I shut my eyes as he owns my mouth for what feels like forever, forgetting wherever the hell we are.
His kiss feels far better than I imagined it in my fantasies, and his touch is so forceful and dominant that I never want to compare it to anyone else’s.
I’m nearly out of breath when he lets me go, when he whispers, “You didn’t want that?”
The waitress’s face is beet red and her jaw is hanging wide open.
“Well, um…” She clears her throat. “Follow me to your booth for your free meals, please.”
We eat our meal in complete silence, our gazes meeting in between bites, and James leaves a hundred-dollar tip on the table.
“There’s a gas station across the street,” he says. “We should fill up before hitting the highway.”
“Okay,” is all I can say as we get into the car.
A part of me is kicking myself for missing out on his mouth for all these years, and a smaller part is wondering why his kiss felt somewhat familiar.
“Is that how you used to kiss your girlfriend Sarah?” I can’t help but ask when we reach the station.
“What?” He looks at me.
“The girl you were dating when I first started working at Magnolia. Is that how the kisses always were?”