Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Now, I just had to convince her that I wasn’t joking.
As Skye’s laughter waned, I took the opportunity to openly admire her for a few seconds. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her soft brown hair hung just below her shoulders and framed her heart-shaped face with layered wisps. She had big brown eyes that reminded me of a sweet doe, a cute nose, and round mouth with plump lips. At six-foot-three, I towered over her by at least a foot, and even though my two-hundred-and-twenty-pound body would dwarf hers, I knew we would fit perfectly. She had big tits that would most likely overflow from my hands and completely fill my mouth. And her wide hips were perfect for grabbing onto while I drove inside her…and for carrying my babies.
That thought nearly caused me to stumble backward, not from fear or anxiety, but from the anticipation that slammed into me. I couldn’t fucking wait to see Skye with my ring on her finger and her belly round and swollen with our child.
First thing to do was convince her to marry me, then I’d work on knocking her up. It would be one more tool in my arsenal to make sure she stayed mine forever.
“Baby, if you keep laughing at my proposal, you’ll hurt my feelings.” I gave her my best pout, and her cheeks turned pink as she giggled again. I sighed as though I was terribly wounded, then held my hand out toward the coffee shop. “Okay, I’ll take you up on the dry cleaning and that coffee, but only if we have it now and you are willing to at least discuss marriage.” I tapped the duffel bag slung over my shoulder. “I’ll even dress for the occasion.”
Skye rolled her eyes and smiled with fake exasperation. But something flashed in those pretty brown orbs as she turned to walk inside that gave me pause. It looked for a second like she was worried.
As we entered and walked toward the counter, I put my hand on her elbow and leaned in close. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, please tell me. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
She suddenly stopped and turned her head, tilting it back so she could look at my face. “I’ve known you for maybe five minutes, and I already know you would never hurt me.” Relief flooded me and pleasure at knowing she felt the connection between us. “If you want to keep proposing, who am I to stop you? It certainly does wonders for my confidence.” Then she winked, making me laugh.
Damn, she was adorable.
I let her go ahead of me as we once again headed to the counter. Not just to be polite, but because her ass looked absolutely amazing in her jeans. I needed a second to ogle, then adjust myself. Her body was made to be loved, and I had every intention of being the only man who would ever have that privilege ever again.
We reached the register, and she waited for me to place my order, but when the cashier looked at her, she just shook her head. “That's all.”
I frowned. “You just spilled your coffee,” I stated as I glanced pointedly at my shirt and pants, as if she wasn’t already aware that I was covered in both of our drinks.
Skye shrugged and looked down at her purse as she set it on the counter. “I wasn’t all that thirsty anyway. Why don’t you go get changed while I wait for our order?”
Something felt very off, and I had a feeling I knew what it was, but I didn’t want to embarrass her. So I just nodded, then leaned in and kissed her cheek before making my way to the restroom.
Once I’d washed up a bit and put on clean clothes, I stepped out of the bathroom and scanned the shop. Skye was waiting near the pickup area, and since the restroom was located just around the corner from the order window, I took a chance that she wouldn’t see me.
I only had to wait for one person before I was standing in front of the same girl who had taken Skye’s order minutes before. I pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and showed it to the cashier. “Hello,”—I glanced at her nametag—“Nina. If you can remember what that woman ordered when she was in here about ten minutes ago…” I trailed off, and Nina's eyes lit up.
“What’s her name?” she asked as she typed something on her computer.
“Skye Baird.”
“Ten minutes ago?”
“Right around then.”
Nina hit a few more keys than the tiny printer next to her spit out one of the order stickers they put on the cups. She handed me the slip, but I shook my head. “I’ll take one of those and make sure they call her name, not mine.”