Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Hi,” I stammer. “Got the chocolate!” I blurt, holding the candy up.
The handsome man looks bemused.
“Glad you found something you like,” he drawls. “You’ve been gone for a while, Jasmine.” My attempts to calm my nerves are immediately undone as this man towers over my curvy form. My breath sticks in my throat and my knees go jelly-like because somehow, the sash to his robe has come undone and the material’s open over his chest revealing thick, hard slabs of muscle as well as a pair of silk boxers.
“Oh,” I gasp, cheeks flushing. Sure enough, right there, under the soft, silky material of his shorts is the shape of an enormous bulge. It looks so huge, in fact, that it’s wrapped around his waist like a coiled monster.
My throat goes dry, and I force myself to look at his face, but I’m distracted by that thick cock. He grins, reading my thoughts.
“Those are pretty good,” he says in a light voice, glancing at the bag of chocolate in my hand. “You’ll like them. They’re from Switzerland.” Wait, what did he just say? I stare dumbly at the candy in my hand.
“Right, right. I’ve never heard of this brand, but I like to try new things,” I muster weakly as a reply, and take a step towards the door. But Logan moves to block it, his hand on the handle and my heart-rate accelerates as if it’s just been doused in jet fuel. I stop in my tracks, my pupils dilating unconsciously.
“Hold on just a minute,” he drawls, his blue eyes flashing at me. I look up expectantly, my heart hammering in my chest. “How come you didn’t show up with your friend tonight? Lily, I think you said her name was?” Shoot! I curse inwardly as I realize I completely forgot to make the excuse Mom and I agreed on. I had been so distracted by my excitement and trying to play it cool that I totally blanked.
“Oh, she, umm,” I stammer, “I forgot to say, she’s got a migraine. You now, the really bad kind where they’re laid up in bed with an ice pack on their forehead, totally unmoving. But Lily would love to come to the next movie night!” I add with a smile. “She’s so bummed that she’s sick.”
Logan nods, looking thoughtful.
“Is that so?”
I nod feverishly in return.
“Oh yeah. She’s really sick. Practically hospital-worthy. Plus, I know Lily will feel even more terrible after I tell her that we watched Love, Actually because she adores this movie. She’s a huge Hugh Grant fan. Or maybe I shouldn’t tell her the movie because it’ll just make her feel worse.”
I’m babbling like an idiot, and Logan finally chuckles.
“Okay, enough with this bullshit. You’re so nervous, Jasmine, that it’s palpable. Who are you and why are you here?”
Oh shit. I pretend surprise.
“I told you!” I giggle, “I’m visiting my friend, but she’s laid up right now.”
Logan rolls his eyes.
“You see, Jasmine,” he says, shaking a finger at me like I’m a naughty schoolgirl. “There’s the rub.”
“The rub?” I breathe. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t believe you,” he clarifies. “I know you’re not visiting a friend. I’ve never seen you before this morning, and while I don’t know all the women living here, I would definitely remember you. So who are you, and what are you doing in my house?”
Oh crap. There’s no escaping this line of questioning because Mr. Daniels has me trapped, literally and figuratively. What do I do now?
5
Logan
At my question, Jasmine’s beautiful brown eyes go wide, her plump lips parting in fear. Oh shit, I didn’t mean to scare her. That was never my intent, but the curvy girl’s also driving me crazy and I couldn’t help but follow her to the kitchen.
After all, she looks gorgeous. The dress code for tonight is lingerie, and I’m used women dressed in all sorts of see-through outfits. I thought I’d seen it all. But Jasmine’s different. She’s curvy, lush, and resembles Aphrodite rising out of the sea, beautiful and voluptuous on her seashell. To be honest, it has me losing all sense of decorum. It’s taken every ounce of self-control not to pounce on the woman and begin ravishing her sweetness. But I’ve been good so far. I just don’t know how much longer I can last.
Plus, I didn’t expect Jasmine to show up without her friend. What was that woman’s name? Lily? Does Lily even exist? Something fishy is definitely going on because most ladies melt when I’m in their presence. But Jasmine’s been ducking my questions and avoiding eye contact, so it’s time to get this issue resolved. Yet, I don’t want to scare her, so it’s best to tone things down.
“Okay, what’s the real reason you’re here, sweetheart?” I ask in a gentler manner, my voice low. “Don’t be afraid. You can tell me.”