Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I take a shower because it usually clears my head. Only this time it doesn't. I lean up against the shower wall, wondering what it would be like to shower with Lucas. What would he think when he saw me naked? I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s going to happen one way or another. Maybe not tonight but soon enough.
After turning off the shower I step out and towel off my hair. I slip on my silk robe then hear my phone ding. I pick it up to see I have a text, then smile like crazy because I know instantly who it’s from.
Lucas: Answer the door.
I panic when I read it. He cannot be at my door right now! I can’t see him yet. I just stepped out of the shower. A knock sounds at my front door and jump. I rush to the front door and look out the peephole. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see it’s a delivery person. He said he’d be sending people over first thing.
I open the door to see a man standing there in a suit. When I look down, I see a white box and a coffee in his hand.
“Ms. Ava?”
“Yes,” I say, wondering if I’m supposed to use a code word.
“Your breakfast is here.”
“Ah thanks.” I reach out to take the items from him. Delivery people are getting fancy these days.
“Would you like me to set it up in your dining area?”
“No, thank you.” I have to stifle a laugh that my five-hundred-square studio would somehow have a dining table. “I can take it from here.” He hands me the box. “Oh, wait, let me get my purse. I need to grab a tip.”
“That’s not necessary,” he tells me. “I’d just like to remind you to lock the door behind me,” he says then turns and leaves.
Okay then.
I set the box down on the kitchen counter and take a big gulp of the coffee. I moan at the flavor—it’s made just the way I like it. I should have known he’d find that out. The man knows everything. When I open the box and see eggs Benedict, I know he’s going to make me fall in love with him so hard.
A small hysterical bubble of laughter leaves me. I stop when his words from last night pop into my head for the millionth time. I’ve never been in love before. As if implying he already is. I don't know how to deal with it. He probably just meant that maybe he could fall in love with me.
My phone dings again.
Lucas: Enjoy your breakfast, petal. You leave in thirty for the spa.
Me: Thank you! I can’t believe you sent me breakfast.
His response is instant.
Lucas: Thank me by never answering the door in your robe again.
My mouth falls open. How does he know everything? Jesus. I want to say something sassy back to him, but when I take a bite of my breakfast I know he’s won this round.
Me: I’ll wear whatever you want if you send me a breakfast like this every day.
Lucas: Deal.
I stare at the single word, feeling like I just signed a contract I’ll never get out of.
When I finish my breakfast my mind drifts back to Lucas when it should be focusing on work. I need to talk to Rebecca and see what me being the face for the new campaign will entail.
I grab some yoga pants and a shirt to wear at the spa. I’m guessing they will be doing my hair and makeup for tonight, and I’m sure a dress and shoes will be brought in as well. He said he would take care of everything. I have so many questions, but I decide to just go with it. I'm sure Lucas has all of this mapped out and there’s no point in even asking. I’ll go with the flow for once. It’s kind of refreshing.
When a knock sounds at the door, I grab my purse and phone before slipping on some flip-flops. When I open the door the same man from before is standing there.
“Are you ready, Ms. Ava?” he asks.
“Ready as I’m going to be,” I chirp.
I close my door behind me and lock it then we walk down to an SUV that looks a lot like the one Lucas was leaning against yesterday. He opens the door for me and I get in. The driver goes around and hops into the front seat.
“Are you Lucas's driver?” I ask, wanting to know as much about his life as I can.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says as he pulls away from the curb. “Mr. Caldwell left some things for you in the back.”
I look over to see a box sitting next to me. I pick it up and lift the lid. I gasp when I see what’s inside. It’s an e-reader. Mine broke a few months ago and I’ve had one on my wish list for a while, waiting for it to go one sale.