Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I’m sure this is not the right moment since we’re in an elevator with Violet sleeping in her stroller, but I can’t deny how turned on I feel at his reaction. That he is protective over me. It’s been a long time since I had that from someone.
“He touched you.”
“We were in public. It didn’t get out of hand.” It still made me so uneasy. I think he could tell it did, so he kept it up. People like Robert enjoy the power they can hold over others.
The elevator doors slide open on our floor. “Let's get her to bed.” I nod in agreement. Carr opens the suite door for us. I head straight for the nursery. He goes to make her a bottle while I get her changed.
“I’ll feed her. Why don’t you get ready for bed?”
“Thanks.” I hand her over gently to him before going to find my suitcase. I don’t find it in the main bedroom. I go back out to see if it’s been left somewhere else. Still nothing. I finally check the closet to see that all of our clothes have been hung up and put away.
My clothes are right next to Carr’s. It feels very intimate. You’d almost believe we really are a married couple. Except my clothes are nowhere near the cost of Carr’s. It’s a reminder that we are from two very different worlds. I run my fingers along the underside of the wedding band on my finger.
I grab one of my sleep shirts and shorts to change into before I head to the bathroom for my nightly routine. Soon Carr joins me, doing the same. Neither of us says anything. Again, this too is very intimate.
As I leave the bathroom, I notice that Carr has placed the baby monitor on the nightstand. I stare at the bed. Am I really going to share a bed with him?
“You okay?” Carr asks. I spin around to face him.
“You lost your shirt,” I blurt out, my eyes trained on his chest. His very impressive chest.
It’s all hard lines and muscle. When exactly is this man exercising? He eats way more than I do and is always working or holding Violet, and I know holding a baby doesn’t make you that way because I’m all soft lines and squishiness. Carr has a lovely thin layer of hair that serves as a constant reminder that he is very much a man. Thankfully, I don’t have that.
“This is how I sleep.” He runs his hand down his chest. My fingers itch to do the same, but I keep it professional. I repeat that over and over in my head. It’s my new mantra.
“Right, sorry. Sleep how you want.” I spin back around. Why am I speaking in such a high pitch? “Which side would you like?”
“I’ll take this side.” He goes around the bed to the other side. It’s closer to the bedroom door.
“I can sleep in the living room.” I grab one of the pillows off the bed and clench it to my chest to cover up my nipples. Between the bed and him half-naked, my mind goes to sex.
“There is more than enough room.” Carr pulls the blanket back, sliding into the bed. He rests his back against the plush headboard. “We’re both adults. I think we’ll be fine.” I think us both being adults might be part of the problem. Because all my mind can think about is all the adult things we could do in this bed.
I put the pillow back down and slip into the bed. “I guess I’m not used to sharing a bed is all.”
“That so?” He smirks.
I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t need to hear about your bedroom shenanigans.” I try to say it playfully, but a ball of jealousy forms inside of me. One that I need to stuff all the way down. I hate thinking about him with anyone else. Even though it's ridiculous because we are not really together, and it’s not the first time I have dealt with this feeling. The green-eyed monster reared its head one night when Carr went out for dinner and I thought he’d been on a date.
I might have googled him that night trying to find anything about his past and maybe lovers. I thought there would be a few articles on him because of how wealthy he is. There had been, but it was more about business dealings. A few were some events he’d gone to, but he’d been solo at them except for one that he’d taken his mother to.
I’d been wrong. He had gone to dinner, but it was a work thing, and it was with another man. I knew because he Facetimed me at the dinner table to tell Violet and me good night in case his business dealings ran late and we were sleeping when he got home. It was adorable. It also didn’t help with my crush.