Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Holden looked up at me. “Whatever you get. To be honest, I can’t think straight sitting across from you wearing that dress.”
I’d worn the sexiest thing I owned, hoping we’d have a few drinks with dinner and maybe Holden would let his guard down a little. We were twelve days into our fourteen-day sex sabbatical, and I was ready to explode. I set my menu on the table.
“You can’t think straight? You know what you’re wearing, right?”
Holden looked down. “A clown outfit?”
I laughed. “No. And I do love you in that shirt and tie. But that’s not what I was referring to.” I leaned in and lowered my voice. “That belt you’re wearing is the belt you used to bind my hands a few weeks ago.”
Holden groaned. “Fuck, don’t even mention that. My dick hasn’t gotten over your dress yet.”
I bit my bottom lip. “Don’t mention how you tied me up and made me watch as you licked me?”
His eyes darkened. I was definitely poking the bear. “Laney…”
“Laney? Oh boy. You sound pretty serious. You know what I’m serious about? Taking that tie from around your neck and begging you to tie me up with it. Would you like that, Holden? If I begged. I can do it from my knees, if you want…”
There was so much heat in his eyes, it looked like my taunting might actually pay off this time. So I leaned in closer to try to close the deal, intent on describing what I could do to him on my knees inside the ladies’ room at this fancy restaurant, but my cell buzzing on the table stopped me. Ever since Mom’s health scare, I couldn’t ignore my phone.
My eyes shifted to read the name flashing. It wasn’t a name I expected. Dr. Reston. Barbara.
Holden noticed the change in my face, and his eyes dropped to my cell, too. “Shit. Is it your mom?”
I shook my head. “No. Dr. Reston is one of the members of the grant-oversight committee for my research, one of the people I presented to today.”
“Do you need to get it?”
I nodded and lifted my cell. “I probably should. It’s not like her to call me after hours.”
“Go ahead.”
I swiped to answer. “Hello?”
“Hi, Laney. It’s Barbara Reston.”
“Hi, Barbara. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m sorry to call you so late. But I was just going through my emails and wanted to give you the good news.”
“Good news?”
“I know you said you wanted to think about relocating and finishing your initial research back home, but I shot off a note to the committee anyway. I didn’t expect to get a response so quickly, but the team was unanimous in their decision. Everyone agrees you’re doing a great job, and a change in your official site would be fine.”
“Oh…wow.”
“It’s still up to you, of course. But I thought it might make your decision easier if you knew it was possible to go back. Anyway, I don’t want to bother you after hours. Just wanted to let you know we’re good with whatever you decide.”
“That’s really generous of you.”
“Like I said, we STEM ladies need to stick together. If there’s anything else I can do to make things easier for you, just let me know.”
“Thank you very much, Barbara.”
When I hung up, Holden was waiting with a smile. “From where I’m sitting, that sounded awesome.”
“Uh. Yeah. It was good news. The committee was really happy with my presentation today,” I said. It wasn’t a lie, though it also wasn’t the reason for the call. But I wasn’t ready to discuss what had just been offered to me with Holden. I first needed to figure out what I wanted. “Dr. Reston just wanted to let me know that. She knows I get worried about having to make presentations.”
“Of course you killed it. My girl is like Lois Lane and Superman balled into one. Smart, strong, and hot.”
I smiled, though inside I felt terrible for not sharing the truth. The news from Barbara also left me a bit distracted during dinner. My brain wanted to start analyzing the pros and cons of what had just been offered. I might’ve even needed to work up a Venn diagram. But by the end of the night, after a few glasses of wine, I’d managed to put it out of my head and focus on my handsome date.
It was a beautiful, clear evening, so Holden and I walked from the restaurant back to our building. We took the elevator up to the third floor, and I opened my apartment door. But Holden didn’t follow me inside.
He stayed in the doorway and motioned toward his place. “I’m going to go next door…call it a night.”
“What? Why?”
His eyes raked down my body and did a slow sweep on their way back up. “Because I’m struggling with you in that dress…those heels.”