Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Abstinence,” I muttered. I wasn’t going to say anything more…but my mouth ran away from my head. “Besides, when the right man comes along, he’ll probably want you ripe and ready to breed.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and called myself twenty different types of idiot. I’d probably just scared the shit out of her.
When I dropped my gaze to her beautiful face, my cock swelled to epic proportions. She stared at me with…anticipation and…fuck…desire burned in her blue pools.
“You’re right. When the right man finally admits he wants me, I don’t want to have to wait to start our family.”
My hands gripped the armrests of my chair so hard, I was stunned they didn’t crack. “I have to get to a meeting,” I gritted out. “I’ll have Linus escort you to the NICU.”
Her expression turned unsure, and I so badly wanted to comfort her. But I knew if I didn’t get away from her, I was going to throw all of my plans out the fucking window and fuck her on my office floor.
“I’ll see you later,” I deadpanned, not giving away any of my thoughts.
“Um, okay.” She threw me one last confused glance before she walked out the door.
I exhaled harshly, feeling slightly relieved now that there was no chance of pouncing on her.
We’d be discussing the double date at some point, but I hadn’t been lying to her about my meeting. I did have one. It just wasn’t for another hour.
Linus sent me a text a few minutes later, letting me know he’d taken Jenna to the babies and would be back to pick me up in a half hour. I replied with instructions I wanted passed to her security detail, then moved my mouse to wake up my computer.
Four real estate listings were open on my laptop, and I quickly printed the information for each one. Then I tucked them into a folder before putting on my coat and leaving the office.
It was late March, which meant the weather was in a bit of a tug-of-war between winter and spring. It was still relatively cold when I stepped outside, but it was a bright, sunny day. Since I knew Jenna wanted a home full of light—the only thing I’d been able to learn about her preferences so far—it was perfect for house hunting.
Linus was already idling at the curb and held the door for me while scanning our surroundings. He preferred to do my drop-offs and pickups in the garage since it was less out in the open, but I liked the fresh air and sunshine. His disgruntled expression made it clear that he wasn’t happy with my choice.
I shrugged and laughed when he slammed the door shut. Opening the folder, my eyes scanned the papers as I pulled them out one by one.
The first location was a red brick townhome in Washington Square Park. The place was beautiful inside, with the charm of a nearly two-hundred-year-old building but expertly updated. With over ten thousand square feet and ten bedrooms, our family had plenty of space to grow. My only hang-ups were the lack of yard and windows that didn’t let in as much light as I would have preferred. Still, it stayed on the list of possibilities until I knew more about Jenna’s dream home.
The second home was a penthouse condo in The Plaza Hotel. It was spacious and light but had been renovated to look extremely modern. It felt cold and impersonal, and I couldn’t see us living there. I doubted the other residents would be happy with our kids running all over the place anyway.
The third house was a Tudor-revival mansion. It had been preserved with incredible detail, but that meant dark, ornate, heavy wood throughout. The windows all had decorative mullions, and while they were beautiful, they hindered the amount of light possible because of their size and location. Still, it was beautiful, with a yard and plenty of bedrooms. I kept it on the list of possibilities, just in case.
When we drove up to the last home—a fifteen thousand square foot limestone mansion on the Upper East Side, my jaw dropped. The small pictures in the flyer didn’t do its beauty justice. Though it was technically a townhouse, it was overly wide for a Manhattan residence and on a corner lot.
There was a swath of yard along the side street and a decent-sized backyard. It was five stories with eight bedrooms and large windows on every floor, making the whole place light and bright. Although the building dated back to the 1800s, the previous owners kept it as authentic to its origins as possible. They also made sure it had all the modern conveniences.
The place was absolutely charming. And there was an elevator, which I’d been adamant about if the house was more than two stories. I didn’t want Jenna navigating too many stairs with a pregnant belly or babies in her arms.