Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" He cocks his head to the side and then shrugs. "Fuck it. It's true. You're cute as hell, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books."
"Um, thanks," I whisper, not sure what else to say. You make my girly bits happy is probably overkill, right? Right. There's a reason I prefer men in dirty books to real men. I don't have to talk to men in dirty books. Words and I aren't friends, especially when I have to speak them to men. I'm not shy. I'm just…a mess. I've been a mess my entire life.
When I was a little girl, my mom swore I'd grow out of it. Except, I never did. I was shy and awkward all the way through high school. I've also been curvy my whole life. I promised myself that college would be different. And then my mom and dad died when our house burned down my freshman year, and I found out that I was adopted. They never told me. Trying to deal with losing them and process the fact that I was adopted at the same time made me feel alone in so many ways. I withdrew from college for the semester and kind of shut down for a while.
By the time my best friend, Natalia, dragged me back into the land of the living, an entire year had passed. I threw myself into getting my life and education back on track. And then into starting my career at the library. There's always been something to throw myself into other than dating. Like Aunt Ophelia. As soon as I got settled at the library, she got sick. So now I'm here taking care of her. And I'm as curvy and awkward as ever. Books I understand. Men? Well, men are harder to figure out.
I think I want to figure out Finn though. Something about him soothes me and makes me ache at the same time. Talking to him is mildly terrifying and equally as exhilarating. I don't want to flee to the backroom and hide. I want to stay right here. No one ever makes me feel that way.
"What's your deal?"
"You sell me every board book you have about princesses; I'll make the tentacle porn disappear," he negotiates. "No one will ever know it happened."
I eye him skeptically. "You want board books on princesses?"
"My friend's baby girl is obsessed with books and princess shit," he says with a shrug. "I need to win her first birthday so I'm her favorite."
"You need to win her birthday?" A smile tugs at my lips, his confession tugging at my heartstrings. This ridiculously hot man is trying to win a little girl's birthday to be her favorite. Oh, my goodness. I am so giving Aunt Ophelia an earful when I get home today! She left out all the juicy parts about this man.
"It'll piss my brothers off."
I have a feeling his brothers don't have anything to do with it, but I don't say that. Instead, I point out where the stack of books in his arms belongs, wait for him to deposit them safely on the shelf, and then lead him to the children's section. It might be my imagination or wishful thinking—both, probably—but I practically feel his eyes locked on my ass as we dodge between shelves and displays of books.
"These are all the board books we have in…. Oh," I whisper when I turn and run right into his broad chest. I take a quick step back, tripping over the thick rug Maddie placed on the floor for the kids to crawl around on.
"Shit," Finn growls, grasping me around the waist.
He yanks me forward, causing me to topple into him. I land against him with a little cry of alarm that quickly fades to a soft moan as his arms close around me in the world's greatest hug. He smells like expensive cologne and leather. It's a deadly combination.
A thousand butterflies kick into flight in my stomach, dancing Swan Lake. My girly bits join the ballet, arousal flooding my system in a rush of heat. I gasp in shock as electricity rolls through me, turning my nipples to hard points.
"Fuck," Finn growls. "You smell good."
"You can't say that in the children's section."
"I can't say you smell good?" he asks, sniffing me.
"No. I mean yes." I try to untangle myself from his arms, but he growls again and wraps me up in him even deeper. "I mean, you can't say that other word. Um, are you going to let me go so I can find your princess books?"
"Go out with me tonight."
I freeze. No, I don't freeze. My soul does.
"You mean on a date?" I ask, horrified.
"Fuck yeah," he growls. "Go out with me tonight, pretty baby."
"I can't…do that." I duck out from beneath his arms, quickly putting space between us. "Definitely not." I rapidly shake my head, my heart pounding like a war drum calling the troops to battle. "It's not allowed."