Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I don’t think I should sit on any of your furniture today,” I smile at him from the kitchen stool. “At least not any furniture that has fabric or stuffing because you’ve filled me up with so much cream that I’m leaking non-stop!”
Liam turns from the stove, where he’s been scrambling eggs, and shoots me a devilish look. The man is insanely handsome with penetrating blue eyes, chiseled features, and charcoal hair that’s tousled rakishly at the moment. Even sexier, he’s shirtless, that bronzed back on display and I can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and muscled torso.
“Sweetheart, sit anywhere you like,” he smirks. “I can get a cleaning lady in, and besides, I’m going to fill you over and over again so there’s no sense in trying to hold back. Sit anywhere you like.”
I giggle.
“Oh, you have a cleaning lady?” I ask. “When is she coming?”
He grins.
“She comes when I’m not here. So after I leave, she’ll come and straighten stuff up. But don’t worry, these folks have seen everything, so there’s no point in being worried about semen stains on furniture. They have industrial-strength cleaning agents to deal with all sorts of body fluids.”
“Hopefully not blood,” I shudder dramatically.
“Yeah, hopefully not, but you never know. Children get cuts and scrapes all the time, so anything is possible. Speaking of which,” he drawls with another smirk my way. “My daughters aren’t here. Not Ellie nor Madison, so I’m afraid you won’t be doing any babysitting this weekend.”
Oh my god, he has two daughters? Oooh, this is the perfect opportunity to come clean about the true purpose of my presence at the cabin, and I clear my throat.
“Right, so about the babysitting,” I begin.
Liam smirks again while plating the eggs.
“Sweetheart, I already know. I talked to Rick Purdy and he told me everything.”
I stare at the handsome man as he slides the fried eggs before me as the toaster dings.
“You talked to your friend? When?”
Liam grins again.
“Right after you arrived. Remember how I said I needed to finish a call in my office? Well, I wasn’t finishing a call. I got Rick on the line and he fessed up. He said he hired you as a “gift” through Sweet Lies, and that the babysitter thing was a ruse.”
My cheeks go red.
“So you’ve known all along?”
Liam smirks while plating the toast, and handing me a crisp, golden slice.
“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but most babysitters don’t look like you. They don’t have long, blonde hair, kissable lips, and a curvy body made for fucking. They’re more along the lines of a mousy, colorless woman who’s fifty-five with grandkids already.”
I stare at him.
“Oh my god, you knew,” I repeat helplessly. “The charade was useless.”
Liam smirks while sliding onto the stool beside me and biting heartily into a crunchy piece of toast.
“It was useless, but I appreciate it nonetheless,” he growls. “Your arrival was quite the addition to my weekend. I’m a single guy up in a cabin, alone on my own, so what man doesn’t appreciate a gorgeous girl showing up as a gift on his doorstep? The only thing that would have made it better is a bow in your hair to top off the “present” look.”
“A bow!” I giggle. “Like I’m a little girl with pigtails!”
Liam’s blue eyes flash.
“I love pigtails, sweetheart. If you want to wear your hair like that, absolutely be my guest. Long, knee-high socks too. I love that shit.”
I roll my eyes with amusement because it seems my man has a thing for role-play. He likes the young, innocent look, which evidently, I’m an expert at delivering naturally because of my age. But then I fix him with a stern look.
“But you do have daughters. You mentioned two? Where are they, and how did Rick know that they wouldn’t be here?”
“You know, I don’t know,” Liam muses while dousing his eggs in ketchup. “Maybe Rick wasn’t totally sure I’d be alone. But he took a guess because he knew I’d been babysitting my younger one, Ellie, for a week, and figured I’d retreated to the mountain for some R&R after a solid week of daddy duty. Of course, that fucker had every intention of destroying my peace and solitude. But it’s worth it, sweetheart. My balls were getting tight and my dick horny, and you were the perfect release.”
I roll my eyes again because my man is so dirty, and yet I love it. But I fix him with another look.
“So where are the girls?”
“With their moms,” Liam replies easily while downing a huge forkful of egg. “You’re not eating, sweetheart? I want you to eat because I’ve put you through the wringer these past twenty-four hours, and you know I’m going to put you through it again.”