Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Holly…”
“I can’t talk now, Clance,” I snap. “I’m fine I promise, I’ll call you later.”
“Shall I book you a hotel?””No, I’ve got it.”
“Holly…what the hell…”
I hang up on her midsentence and wrap my arms around Jack’s neck. “That was very rude, to interrupt my conversation like that,” I say.
He gives me a slow sexy smile, “Shut up and fuck me.”
“You ready to go?” Jack asks.
“Aha.”
He picks me up and carries me out the front door and down to his truck. It’s 3 pm and we are going back to my car to pick up my computer and suitcase. I’ve been playing hooky from work and in bed doing bad things all day, but in my defense, we’ve been waiting for a break in the weather. Jack places me in the truck and with a quick kiss, does up my seatbelt. I watch as he walks around to his side. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans that fit in the all the right places. He has a three-day growth of dark whiskers and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone so damn sexy in my entire life, or maybe that’s because he’s fucked every last brain cell out of my head and I’m not thinking straight at all…. it’s completely possible. That man has had me every which way and then some. He’s making up for lost time, times ten.
I have a dull ache between my legs, I feel swollen and sore.
He gave it to me hard.
He starts the engine and we start down the sweeping driveway. It’s so green and there are mountains and trees as far as the eye can see. “This is such a beautiful place.”
Jack smiles as he looks around as if trying to see it through my eyes. “It is.”
“So…you said you bought this property?” I ask.
“Aha, this is all mine.”
I look around, “What’s all yours?”
“All this land, everything you can see.”
I frown. “How much land is that?”
“Close to five hundred acres.”
“Wow.” My eyes widen in surprise. “Impressive.”
He smiles as he drives over the rough terrain. “The road is rough due to all the rain,” he says.
I nod as I think. “Do you think you would be able to drop me off at a hotel?”
His eyes flick to me. “What for?”
“Well,” I pause. “I’m here until next Wednesday, that’s nearly a week.”
“You’re staying with me,” he snaps.
“But…”
“Holly,” he cuts me off as he reaches over and picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips. “You are staying with me. End of story.”
I glance down at myself. “Well, we have to go shopping then.”
“What for?”
“Clothes,” I shrug. “Jack…. I’m wearing your sweatpants, your t-shirt and your huge flip flops.”
His eyes flick over to me. “And?”
“Well, there is nothing in my suitcase I can wear really. I only packed work clothes for two days.” I gesture to myself. “And I look like an old bag in yours.”
“Not to me.” He turns the corner. “Sexy as fuck in my eyes.”
I smirk and stare out the front windshield. I’ve never been called as sexy as fuck before. It has a certain ring to it, though.
We pick up my things from the car and I call the car rental company to come and collect the car and then we drive into town. There are about five shops and what looks like a few restaurants and a bar, Christmas decorations adorn the windows.
Jack parks the car and I peer out the window. It feels like I am in another world here. It’s so different to my beloved New York. Where are all the people?
“Okay.” Jack gets out of the truck and comes around to my side and opens the door.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“You wanted to go shopping.””Here?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yes. Here.”
I look up and down the street. “There are no clothes shops here.”
“Yes, there are, you’re blind woman.” He goes to lift me out of the car.
“I’ve got it,” I whisper. “My ankle is fine.” I limp over to the gutter.
He gives me a smile and takes my hand. “Come on, hop a long.”
He leads me into a store at the end of the street. A bell sounds loudly over the door to notify someone of our arrival.
I look around and see there are groceries, alcohol and fruit. “I need clothes,” I whisper.
“Up in the back corner.”
“What?” I stare at him as my brain misfires. “Here?”
He smirks, amused by my horror. “Yes, Holly.”
I limp over to the aisle and peer down toward the back wall. I can see baby supplies and pet food. I make my way down the aisle as I wonder what the hell kind of shop is this?
“Jack,” I hear a woman’s voice call.
“Oh, hi Michelle,” Jack’s deep voice answers.
I keep walking toward the back corner. Oh, I see them now. Three tiny stands of women’s clothes.