Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“It’s a class full of women.” I take a sip, looking down at the outfit I bought two weeks ago, thinking it would look nice with my skin tone.
“I thought I told you to do the private classes here.” His voice is calm. “You have that whole workout room. I bought you the reformer and everything. Wouldn’t it be so much easier for you if you just did them here? You wouldn’t need to leave the house. It’s better to have one-on-one classes anyway, isn’t it?”
“She couldn’t get me in this week,” I reply.
“Then find someone else,” he states, not leaving room for a response, and I just nod my head. “Besides, I don’t think what she is doing is helping you. You seem a bit pudgy these days.” The lump forms in my throat. “You shouldn’t even be drinking that shake, it’s full of sugar.” He sighs. “I thought we discussed this already, and you said you would be going back on the diet that works for you.”
“I weigh the same thing I do every single day,” I inform him, knowing it’ll just piss him off.
“Well, your scale must be broken.” He pushes away from the island and comes over to me, grabbing the protein shake and dumping it into the sink. “No sugar, no carbs,” he orders. “It’s not good for you and makes you puffy.”
“Okay,” I reply, not willing to argue with him. Instead, I walk over to the fridge and grab the eggs out of it. “Why are you up so early?”
“I have to go to work so you can afford to not go to work,” he snaps at me. “I have surgery at eight.”
“That’s earlier than usual,” I respond, grabbing a pot. “I have a meeting with Cheryl this morning at ten.” I mention the head of the fundraising committee for the hospital where he’s the head of neurosurgery. “We are doing the final touches on the charity auction we are doing next month.” He sits back down on his stool. “It’s a bachelor auction,” I tell him, as if he’s listening to me. “I was thinking of reaching out to some of my cousins to see if they would…” I trail off when he looks up at me.
“You will not.” He shakes his head. “I have an image to uphold and having your scrappy hockey player relatives coming to my place of work isn’t a good look. Some of them don’t even have teeth.”
I shake my head. “That’s not true,” I mumble.
“Why don’t you leave the bachelor part to Cheryl and you take care of the rest? If you are coming to the hospital today, don’t forget what I said.” I nod at him. “When you are there, you are representing me.”
“I know.” I put water into the pot and then rinse out the protein shake he tossed into the sink. “Do you think you’ll have time for lunch?”
“Not sure. Depends on if anyone else is around that I need to talk to.” He pushes away from the island, meaning if someone else is more important than you, you can fend for yourself. “I’m not sure if I’m coming home tonight or not.”
“Okay. Maybe I can come stay with you in the city, then.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I have an early flight to New York in the morning, and we both know you disturb my sleep with all the noise you make.”
“How long will you be in New York?” I ask him, again ignoring another dig he throws my way.
“Why? You going to take off again and not be here when I come home?” he snaps. He reminds me of the time he said he was going to be gone for two days, so I snuck out and went to my best friend’s baby shower. Only for him to call me in the middle of it and tell me to get my ass back home because we had dinner plans he never told me about.
“I have too much to do with the auction to take off, so I’ll be here.”
He seems satisfied with my answer as he stops beside me. “Poached eggs are a perfect breakfast for you,” he says cheerfully. “Do you need me to pick out your outfit for today, or can you do it yourself?”
“I was going to wear my white summer dress with the blue flowers on it.”
“Isn’t that one sleeveless?” He tilts his head to the side. “Your arms are not the best part of you.” He smiles. “How about you wear something to cover those flappy arms. Besides, you aren’t going for tea; it’s a meeting, you dress accordingly.”
“Okay, I’ll wear the green pencil skirt with the white wraparound cotton shirt,” I tell him and he smiles.
“That sounds beautiful.” He nods. “Now, don’t forget to put your best foot forward.” He kisses me. “Have a good day.”