Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I can do that.”
“Awesome.” He backs toward the door and fumbles for the knob. “I can’t wait to eat you for dinner.”
I doubt he realizes what he just said. “Me neither.” I slowly walk towards him as he frantically tries to exit my room.
He gets the door open and steps into the hall. I grab the front of his shirt.
“Cammie,” he groans.
I tug, forcing him to bend. Is this what sexy, powerful women feel like? I’m a human weapon, bringing this huge, hot man-boy to his knees. Proverbially speaking. He holds the door open just enough that his head fits through.
“I hope you’re good and hungry tomorrow night, Chase, because my pussy is on the dessert menu.” I suck his bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before I release him.
He stumbles backward two steps. “For the love of God, Cammie, close the fucking door.”
I do. And turn the lock. The knob rattles. Chase makes a desperate sound on the other side and pounds on it with his fist. I flip the lock again and open it two inches. He’s on his knees in front of the door. “Don’t forget, I have a black belt; I can take you down.”
He grips the jambs. “The next twenty hours will be the most delicious torture.”
“Sweet dreams, Chase.” I wink and close the door again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Lovett?”
“Fuck you, Gage.”
“Chase? Are you okay?” a female voice asks.
“Barbiebelle, I’m not in the mood.” A few moments later a door closes heavily down the hall.
Fifteen minutes later my phone dings with a message.
Chase
I’m going to need another one of those cloth things because I have to wash this one and then it won’t smell like you anymore.
I hug my phone to my chest and grin at the ceiling where Legolas and Aragorn stare down at me.
“He’s a little obsessed with me.”
It’s a heady feeling, having someone as amazing as Chase want me with such fervor. And I think I like it.
CHAPTER 16
CAMMIE
@therealophelia
I’m so excited for your date night!
@legagornsandwich
Me toooooo! My sister is calling soon to walk me through wardrobe and makeup.
@therealophelia
I need details when you get back! Or tomorrow!
@legagornsandwich
@therealophelia
Oh and your last chapter was
@legagornsandwich
Thank you!
Amessage pops up from my sister with a one-minute warning.
@legagornsandwich
My sister’s calling! Gotta go!
@therealophelia
Have the best time!
@legagornsandwich
I will!
My phone rings a few seconds later.
“Hey! Hi! Hey!” I practically yell at my sister’s two-dimensional form.
She arches a brow. “Take a breath.”
I suck in air and motion to my face and what’s under my neck. “I need your help. I have a date in an hour and I want to look good.”
Essie shrieks. Loudly. “This is so exciting! What’s his name? How did you meet him? What’s his major?”
“His name is Chase. He’s a kin major and we have some classes together.” I avoid disclosing the whole hotel room situation, or the fact that we live in the same building, on the same floor. I already know the cons to this if it doesn’t work out. For once I’m channeling my inner positive Petunia and hoping this date is the first of many.
“Is he cute?” Essie asks.
“He’s really cute. He’s also friends with Brody.” I figure that’s a safe tidbit.
Essie’s eyes light up. “Brody is so sweet! Does that mean Chase plays hockey?”
“He’s a forward.”
“Oh my God! Oh wow! Look at you go, hooking yourself a hot hockey player. Those guys have endless stamina. At least that’s what Rix has said, and I believe it with the way she’s always taking Epsom salt baths after Tristan’s been on an away series.”
“That’s probably more information than Rix wants me to have about her sex life.” She and Essie were always the queens of the overshare. I used to eavesdrop on their conversations when they were in high school. I learned a lot from their excessively detailed chats.
Essie waves a dismissive hand. “She won’t care. I wish I could high-five you! This is awesome!” She flicks her ponytail over her shoulder. “Okay, time’s ticking. Let’s get you dressed for maximum hotness. Where are you going and what are you doing?”
“We’re going for dinner and a movie. And we’re university students, so I assume it will be more pub style than fine dining,” I say.
“You’re probably right. Okay, so black wide-leg pants or jeans are a good start, and a fitted shirt with a hint of cleavage, or tights and that short velvet dress I gave you last Christmas,” Essie instructs.
I rummage through my closet and toss clothes on my bed. I change three times—including my bra because Essie claims feeling sexy starts with what you’re wearing under your clothes—and we finally settle on an outfit. I want to bring a hoodie but Essie axes that idea. I’m allowed to wear a bomber jacket though, so I don’t freeze my ass off.
Next is a quick makeup tutorial. Essie is blissfully easy on me and does not make me attempt cat eyes. Mostly it’s a little blush, mascara, shimmer eyeliner to make my grays pop, and gloss to draw attention to my mouth.