Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His words carry a possessive edge that sends a shiver up my spine. The promise of what will be coming later tightens my loins as I take his arm.
“No worries, I’m all yours and no one is going to change that.”
Blue eyes darken as he smiles lustfully down at me.
“Good, because you’re mine and I don’t share.”
I stretch my arm to reach around his waist, my hand settling against the point of his hip as we begin to walk toward the car.
“If you did share then I wouldn’t be happy with you. You’re the only man I want touching me.”
His fingers fall to cover my hand on his side, gripping it gently before stopping to rest over mine.
“You have nothing to worry about, Kimmie. I won’t let anyone touch you.”
Resting my head against his shoulder, I take the opportunity to gaze adoringly into Adam’s eyes. His black hair is combed back again, and his eyes are a startlingly clear crystal blue. The dark suit fits his form perfectly, emphasizing his broad chest, wide shoulders and long, lean legs.
He looks nothing short of ravishing and if he thinks he’s the only one who is going to be fending off admirers, then he’s wrong.
As Adam helps me into his car, I do my best to contain my excitement. I’m still not used to surprises but Adam merely laughs it off. He likes to treat me, and each new surprise has been absolutely delightful.
My thoughts are cut off as the sports car eases forward, taking us to a still-unknown destination. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to relax into the seat beneath me. Just a little longer with this magnificent man, and I’ll be having the time of my life.
10
Adam
I have to bite back a grin at Kim’s obvious difficulty stopping herself from vibrating with excitement. I love seeing her so energetic for our dates, and her enthusiasm is always a welcome sight. Especially after the kind of week I’ve had. The thought darkens my mood briefly before I shake my head ruefully. This time of year is never easy on me, but maybe with Kim it’ll be better…
The subject of my thought speaks, immediately pulling my attention to her.
“Do I get a hint as to where we’re going?”
A smile curls my lips as I shake my head.
“Nope, but if you wait just a few more minutes then we’ll be there and you won’t have to wonder anymore.”
She puffs her cheeks out in playful irritation, the sight coming off more cute than intimidating. Keeping that to myself, I focus on the road as we pull into the parking lot of our destination. Kim’s gasp of surprise next to me makes a smile tug across my mouth. I knew she would enjoy this.
I help her out of the car as she stares in surprise and delight at the high-end Italian restaurant in front of us. She mentioned her love of pasta and bread on our previous date and I knew immediately that this would be the perfect place for our next one.
Not many people could get reservations as quickly as I did, but there are benefits to running a popular line of restaurants. I know the owner, Maria Costas, and as a professional courtesy, he put me at the front of their line.
Kim’s eyes light up with excitement as I lead her inside and I have to muffle a chuckle as her gaze swings around with awe to take everything in. The restaurant is a classic white-tablecloth restaurant. Deep red velvet booths host different parties, and the lights are low yet intimate. Black and white clad waiters zoom from table to table, bowing courteously while offering recommendations.
To be honest, I almost reserved the entire restaurant for us, just so that we could have the utmost privacy. But Kim’s discomfort with bigger shows of affection had changed my plan. The whole point of bringing her out on dates was for her to enjoy herself, and not for her to stress about such things.
“Adam,” booms Mario as he strides over to clap on the back. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” I say. “You know we chefs have to support one another.”
Mario chortles and his big belly shakes merrily.
“I’d say you’re more than a chef. You’re the Adam Jackson, food entrepreneur. But who do we have here?” he asks, grinning widely at Kim. She blushes and holds out one small hand.
“Hi, I’m Kim,” she says. “I’m looking forward to our meal at La Viggiatore. I’ve read the most amazing reviews about your place.”
Mario immediately beams with pleasure.
“Yes, that last review in The Herald was wonderful, wasn’t it? I almost cried with happiness when I saw it. But we treat all of our guests the same, so you’ll be getting our best food and service. Luigi!” he claps. “Come here and bring your best wine. The lady and the gentleman are parched!”