Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Something inside me is saying love might be something more, something bigger, than I ever thought.
Wow. I'm thinking about love?
I don't know what it feels like to be in love. I'm engaged, sure. I just figured love was something that grew between two people after they'd been together a long time. Like Mom and Dad.
Mom told me once that when her family announced she was getting married, she hadn't even met my father. It was all arranged. That’s just how it's been done in my family for generations. She also said it took a while, but they grew to love each other. And I know that's true, because we saw it, me and Leah. We were lucky enough to feel it in the short time we had with them.
Deep down, I'd hoped that would happen between me and Victor, too. That I'd grow some kind of pleasant feelings for him. At least something.
Over time.
The only feeling I've managed so far is a morbid curiosity. And a little bit of petulance, too, since whenever we're in the room together, he just stares at his phone and grunts when Simon asks him something. He isn't bad-looking. He's lean, usually dressed in a dark silk suit or a pair of those men's jeans with rhinestones on the back pockets. Those are odd. They look like some whacko bedazzler went nuts on his behind.
But something is happening here with this Decker person.
Man.
He's a complete stranger, but when he kissed me, it felt so dang good. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. It felt right, and I want him to do it more. But that woman knocked on the door and ruined it. And now I'm just wondering how I can get it back. How I can convince him to do it again.
I know that's wrong. I need this job. And what if he just kisses all the girls that work here, like it's some kind of package deal?
That thought makes my heart crush and shatter. Why would I be jealous of a man I don't even know?
Something's going on with my panties, too. I've never had this reaction to anyone before. I've never been touched like that, or even kissed, and I hope like heck there isn't something wrong with me. Anything I know about sex I've learned from Leah, and that's not much because she doesn't know much either.
She said Mom had one talk with her, but then there was the accident, and since then it's been guesswork. And a few books that had naughty bits in them. She said when Mom talked to her, it was mostly about "that time" of the month and the practicalities of how babies are made.
I'll admit, I've slipped my fingers into myself a few times. There's this wanting, but I could never satisfy it. Leah said there are orgasms. Something that I guess feels really, really good, but I'm not sure I've had one because when I've played with myself, it felt nice, but it wasn't mind-blowing or anything. Maybe my expectations are off, since both Leah and I have no experience.
But right now, when he kissed me, something definitely felt mind-blowing… and the dampness that's growing between my legs, soaking my panties and making them stick to me, has to be because of Decker and that kiss.
And the other thing. He's older than me. A lot. And I like it.
A lot.
"I… I needed—" The blonde girl is stuttering. She keeps glancing over at me, curious. "A signature."
Her look makes me shift in my chair and pull my arms around myself. She's wondering what a girl like me would have to offer a place like this…
She looks like Leah. Ready for the runway, a body straight out of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, only with a splash of hard knocks thrown in. Her hair is a bit more Dolly Parton than Leah would go for, and her makeup is a coat or two past the natural look, but she's clearly beautiful. Suddenly, I'm trying to tug the hem of my skirt lower and wondering what the hell I was thinking coming here.
"A signature on what?" Decker clips the words like they taste bad. He runs a hand over his head, back and forth. His arm muscles flex under his skin, every indent visible.
The tingle between my legs turns to a throb. I'm sure a man who looks like that has his choice of any of these girls every night of the week. I sneak a full-on look at him from the chair, impressed by the way his shoulders fill out the back of his jacket. He's a mountain up top, wide and immovable, but lower down he's built like a runner.
Cindy's voice is shrill, and my eyes roll before I can stop them. Decker catches it. He runs his tongue over his teeth and shakes his head.