Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Where’s your bedroom?” That’s my girl? I saw the quick flash of my own smile before I schooled my features and turned to take her hand. “Come with me.”
ALYSSA
He led me up to the master suite but didn’t make any moves. Like, what the hell, bro! “Well?”
“Well, what? You asked to see my bedroom; this is it.”
“Don’t play cute; you know exactly what I mean.”
“Oh? Were you expecting me to fuck you? I’m sorry, you can’t see that until after we’re married, either.”
Good for him that he didn’t take me up on it. Why do I get the feeling that he knows exactly what I am doing? Had he jumped at the idea I’d have known my body was more important to him than anything else, which wouldn’t have been the first time.
Though I didn’t get that vibe from him, there was no harm in making sure. Still, I couldn’t let him win this one, so I looked down at his crotch. “Oh, small is it?” The smile that came across his face made my ovaries tremble.
I drew in my breath and held it when he walked close to me, and when he leaned in to whisper, his lips touched my ear, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “It’s more than enough, little Alyssa.”
I think he’s trying to call me small because he has me by about a foot and a half, but so what? His soft ass sits behind a desk all day; I could probably take him. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“That’s not a problem; you have a whole closet over there.” He inclined his chin towards a wall of French doors.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean? Size six, right?” I kept my eyes on him as I walked to those doors and opened them. The closet was huge, like department store first floor huge, and was divided down the middle by an island that held drawers on either side.
I slid one of the drawers open on a whim, and it was filled with lady’s underwear, all still with the tags on. I didn’t recognize the brands, but the prices were insane. Hundreds of dollars for one panty was nuts.
I walked down the line of clothes on the female side, all still with their tags as well and all designer brands, until I got to the very end, where the wedding dress hung. I knew it was the dress because this fool had a lock on it.
I turned to see him lounging in the doorway, just watching me. “Your swimsuits are behind that door over there.” He pointed to a little half door behind glass that, once pulled back, revealed an array of swimwear, from bikinis to one-pieces, including coverups.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about all this. No one had ever done anything like this for me except my brothers, and never on this scale, of course. I wanted to say something snarky, but there were no words.
He knew my favorite colors because they were all throughout the clothes he’d chosen. There were shoes on their own shelves, but what caught my attention was the line of designer bags behind a glass showcase.
I looked over at him again. “Those are for me?” He just nodded his head at me like this was normal. Now, my family has money, lots of money, but there’s no way I could buy more than ten designer bags of this caliber at once.
Not only that, but he’d obviously bought the top-of-the-line of each designer. Think the difference between regular leather and crocodile or alligator, which, for some reason, is ten times more expensive.
But the thing about it was that this was my favorite bag, and there was no way he could know about it. “You don’t like, have my computer hacked or something like that do you?”
“That’s not my deal, love, it’s yours.” And the hits just keep on coming.
“Let’s swim!” He left so I could choose my own suit, and I used the special app on my phone to make sure there were no recording devices in the room before changing into it. I chose an ivory crochet cover-up to go over the hot red bikini that was nothing more than some strings held together with a crotch sling and barely enough material left over to cover my nipples.
I know he threw that in there to throw me off because, like I said, everything else was in my favorite yellows and oranges with lots of white thrown in, which are my favorite colors. The red bikini was the only really risqué one in the bunch. His own little red herring.
GARRETT
I knew she would choose the red one and was getting a kick out of her trying her very best to push my buttons. I know she’s scared shitless because she can find no fault in anything I’ve done so far, and she’s not pedantic enough to find my actions creepy since I’ve been upfront and straightforward with her since I picked her up from the resort.