Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He gets into the car. “Are you going to give me the address, or do you want to guide me there?” Starting the car, he looks over at me. He takes his phone out and enters the address I give him. I know my father would not be okay about this, but either way, he would know where I lived. I watch the road while he drives to my house and finds a parking spot right in front. He shuts off the car and then looks at me. “Don’t get out,” he says, getting out of the car and walking around to my side. He opens my door and holds out a hand for me. I look around, and he laughs. “Come on, it’s getting chilly outside, and your jacket is thin,” he says. I take his hand to step out of the car and he doesn’t let my hand go while he shuts the door. My hand is almost lost in his, our palms together, and when I walk toward the house, he intertwines his fingers with mine. I have to release his hand to get my keys out of my purse, and I miss it the minute I do.
After opening the door, I turn one the light in the entrance. I put my keys and my purse on the mirrored table with fresh white roses in the middle. I turn to look at him come into my house, and he shuts the door behind him, sliding the deadbolt. When I slip off the Louboutins that I’ve been wearing all day, I think tomorrow will be a flip-flop kind of day. “Come in,” I say, walking to the two big doors that lead us into the house. We come face to face with a white staircase with a dark chestnut brown railing against the wall. The flooring is a glossy green almost black marble flooring. “Let me take your jacket,” I tell him, and he takes off his glasses and places them with his keys by my stuff. He shrugs his jacket off, and I see that his shirt is tight on him, but I’m still picturing him shirtless in my head. He hands me his jacket, and I take it, walking to the living room and placing it over the back of the couch. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask him.
“Water would be great,” he says. I nod, turning to get him water, and he follows me. I turn left and head down a narrow hallway. Various frames line the wall from top to bottom with personal pictures of the places I’ve traveled. When I look over my shoulder, he’s looking at the pictures, but I’m already at the end of the hallway that opens to a huge kitchen. The middle counter is white and gray marble. A white vase with pink flowers brings out the light in the house, so I always keep them fresh. Skylights let in more light. The range against the wall is black. White cabinets line two walls while my huge ass fridge is against the wall on the other side. This was all here when I moved in. “Do you want sparkling or still?” I ask him, and he just laughs.
“Still is good,” he says. I don’t know why I’m nervous having him in my space. I open the fridge to grab the water bottle and hand it to him. He walks to me and stands in front of me. He twists open the bottle and takes a long sip, resting his hip against the counter. “Do you cook?” he asks me, looking at the range, and I cross my arms over my chest.
“I’m not cooking for you,” I tell him. “I mean, I can cook, but I’m not cooking for you.” I tilt my head to the side. “Do you have tools in your garage?”
“Yeah,” he says, and he looks confused, setting his water on the counter.
“Do you build houses?” I cross my ankles, and he looks down at my feet. I’m suddenly happy I got that pedicure yesterday. He puts his head back and laughs. His laughter pulls his shirt tighter across his chest. “Touché.”
“Yeah, exactly,” I tell him. “Now, what do you want to eat?”
“I’m good with anything,” he tells me. “I’m pretty hungry.”
“So pizza?” I say. “Can you have pizza?” When he nods, I walk out of the room and grab my phone. When I turn around, I shriek ’cause he’s right behind me. The hallway’s dark with only the light from the front door and kitchen. “You scared me.”
He puts his hands on my hips and brings me closer to him, my hand still holding my phone. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispers, and I feel his hot breath on me. My heart speeds up, and my stomach feels all tingly. “I just didn’t want to leave you alone.” He takes one hand off my hips and brings it up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my whole life.” His voice is soft, and I swear I’m inching closer to him. All my words are stuck in my throat, and nothing seems to be coming out. “It’s a dangerous place.”