Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Grace practically lights up, her beautiful features aglow.
“I’d like that,” she murmurs. “I’m alone a lot. My brother and dad work downtown because we have a small dispensary, so they’re busy at the store. I only grow the plants, and then I hand them off for manufacture and retail. As well as wholesale,” she adds, her brow wrinkling. “I think they’re getting into that, but they want me to increase yields first. I don’t know. The business is more complicated than I realized, so I just stick with the plants part. I have a green thumb,” she explains with a sweet smile. “Always have, since I was old enough to hold a watering pot.”
My heart leaps and then drops as I take in the young woman, and I wonder what the fuck is going on. After all, I’ve only known Grace for twenty minutes, tops. She could be a criminal, and even more, it’s likely that her brother and dad are up to some bizarre shit because how could they treat a woman in their family like this?
But still, I have to keep my cool. You’re here to fuck her, and nothing else, the voice in my head snarks. Why are you worried about what her family does? They’re obviously trash who survive living on the margins of society.
I shake my head, but the voice is right. What’s happened to the ruthless billionaire formerly known as Braden Rockwell? The one who’s retreated to the wilds of Tahoe in order to escape his deepest, darkest urges? I literally suffer from sadistic fantasies featuring nubile young women, their sweetest spots moist and glistening as they pant and moan.
So I maintain a cool façade because little does Grace realize, but I’m luring her into a trap.
“Come visit sometime,” I say in a casual voice. “Do you like sweet tea?”
Grace perks up, her blue eyes lively.
“I love sweet tea,” she giggles. “Everyone thinks I’m so weird because they’re health nuts around these parts, and anything with sugar is immediately labeled “bad” and even “toxic.” But I adore sweet tea and make it for myself whenever I get a chance. I’m even growing some camellia sinensis in my garden, but that didn’t turn out so great this summer,” she says in a rueful tone. “I guess I don’t always have a green thumb.”
I wink.
“No worries, my sweet tea is made with tea bags,” I growl with a grin. “I’m not growing the stuff, I just know how to brew it. Come by tomorrow around three?” I ask.
Grace smiles at me, so gorgeous that my heart starts pounding again. What the fuck? I’m a man who leaves women crying and desperate in my wake. So why the hell do I care whether she’s excited to visit? It’s unlike my usual dark, dangerous self.
But I push the feeling from my chest as she nods.
“I’d love to visit, Braden,” Grace says shyly before turning to leave with a small wave. “Thank you for inviting me. See you tomorrow.”
Then, I watch as the curvy girl walks back to her house, her big bottom swaying with every step. Damn, she’s gorgeous and my cock jerks in my pants involuntarily, the veins already beginning to bulge.
Still, I have to get a hold on my emotions because I have every intention of fucking her ... even if she doesn’t know it yet.
4
Grace
Iknow that Braden wants to kiss me. In fact, I can sense that the lumberjack wants more than just sweet kisses, and the knowledge makes me go hot all over. It’s as if tingles are sparkling in my private parts, and my nipples harden as I press the doorbell.
After all, I saw the way the alpha male looked at me yesterday. Of course, I was little embarrassed at my appearance because I was grubby from digging in the dirt, and my hair was a rat’s nest. Even worse, after I went back into my cabin, I could see a smudge of dirt on my cheek, and my work clothes looked even more tired and raggedy than usual.
But the handsome lumberjack didn’t notice, or didn’t care. It’s as if he could see through the dirty clothes and messy hair. Those penetrating blue eyes were like x-rays, and I felt Braden’s gaze caressing my curves whenever he turned my way.
Okay, maybe it was more than a soft caress because the lumberjack was eating me up and devouring me like I was the last woman on Earth. Heck, I could practically hear him growl with masculine hunger, and the knowledge made me go hot inside.
But it makes sense because Braden said he’s up here all alone. His grandparents owned the piece of land next to ours, and he inherited it years ago. That’s strange because I don’t recall seeing a doddering old couple around Fairview, but I don’t know absolutely everyone either. Our town is small, but it’s not that small. I guess we never ran into each other.