Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Me.
I’ll have that for dessert. I’ll have Andre bring something up.
Works for me.
He typed a message then ended his workout, grabbed his shake, and headed for the door. When he found me sitting on one of the chest press machines, he didn’t look surprised or unnerved. Just stared at me as he popped the cap of his bottle and took a drink.
I looked him up and down, six-foot-something of pure steel coated with sweat.
“Work out with me tomorrow.”
“I’d rather just watch.”
A slight smirk moved over his lips, and he headed for the door.
I followed him out and walked at his side, a mountain next to a valley, a peak over the lake. “You work out every day?”
“Every day.”
“Never miss a workout?”
“Only if it’s absolutely necessary.”
We returned to his bedroom, and he left his tumbler on the dining table for Andre to take away.
“When is it necessary?”
“When I work over twenty-four hours straight.”
“Does that happen a lot?”
“Not a lot,” he said. “But sometimes.” He headed into the bathroom and started the shower.
I almost walked in so I could watch that, but I realized I was probably giving creeper vibes. I went to the couch and pulled out my phone, seeing a text from Dominic. So, where did you end up?
I got a place in the 6th.
Wow, how did you manage that?
With this fine ass.
He sent some laughing emojis.
I actually got a new job at Diamant. Fashion merchandiser.
I don’t even know what that is.
Neither did I, but I figured it out. How’s Septime?
Not the same without you. Real boring.
It was boring even when I was there. Maybe you should find something else.
I have a feeling fashion merchandiser opportunities don’t grow on trees.
I wanted to encourage him to pursue something else, but the truth was, this job literally fell into my lap…because I was sleeping with a man who made shit happen.
We should get together and catch up.
Sounds good to me.
Luca came out of the shower in just his sweatpants, looking hot as hell, eyes dark as midnight. My eyes were enjoying the feast before me when Andre lightly knocked on the door.
“It’s open,” Luca said without raising his voice.
Andre entered and rolled his cart to the dining table, careful not to look at us.
Luca sat in the armchair and pulled out his phone, firing off text messages even though it was a Saturday.
Andre set the table and left without a word, like he understood that his client hated small talk or engagement of any kind.
Luca continued to type on his phone, so I walked to the table, seeing the breakfast feast sitting there, waffles with fresh berries and whipped cream on top. Scrambled eggs with cheese and a side of potatoes and bacon were also served.
Luca’s breakfast was different, an egg white omelet with veggies and a side of bacon. No pancakes for him.
“Why does your breakfast look so sad?”
Luca finished up with his phone and joined me at the table. “I can’t eat whatever I want all the time.”
I looked him over. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you can.”
He dropped his linen into his lap and took a bite of his bacon with a slight smirk. “What do you want to do today?”
“What do you mean?”
“Somewhere you want to go? Something you want to do? I’ve never had a weekend guest before.” Arms on the table, he dug into his food with insatiable hunger.
Watching him work out and shower was obviously hot, but there was something about watching him clear a plate that was sexy too. “Well, I definitely don’t want to go anywhere. And I definitely don’t want to do anything but you.”
That slight smirk was there, expertly contained. He took another bite and masked it. “Fine with me.”
The day passed in the blink of an eye, and it was dark outside the windows. We started off on the couch and ended up in bed. Sheets scalding hot from the heat generated by his fat muscles, he was a personal furnace everywhere we went.
He was a great lover, doing all the work while I lay there and enjoyed it. But this was a two-way street, and the best way to a man’s heart was not through his stomach, but his dick. My hand cupped his cheek, and my fingers lightly touched his jawline. “Fuck me in the ass.”
There was a slight reaction in his eyes at my words, a surprise he could barely contain. It remained there for a second or two before his countenance hardened in a way I’d never seen before. Not like he was aroused, but something else. “Are you into that?”
“I am if you are.”
His stare remained, and then it deepened, as if he was trying to solve a complicated problem in his mind.
This was not the reaction I’d expected from Luca. I had a good sense of men, and he seemed like someone who was game for anything. Like he’d be into taboo stuff. Like he’d choke a girl out if she asked. But now, his eyes were veiled in suspicion, like something I said had set something off.