Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Just like I had predicted, her eyes lit up, and she pulled her legs up onto the sofa, crossing them. That position reminded me of what I’d watched her do on Sunday right in that very spot. My dick twitched, and I shifted to try and give it more room in my jeans as it grew more.
“Well, Lucifer is tired of being in hell. He is bored and defies his father, God, and leaves his throne and moves to Los Angeles.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Wait, are you serious? This is the plot?”
She bit her bottom lip, grinning, then let it go. “Yes. Listen. Okay, so he gets his own nightclub and ends up in the middle of a murder investigation. And the homicide detective?”
“Wait. I got this. She’s a smoking hot woman that he gets the hots for and starts helping her solve crimes since he is the devil and knows shit. All the while, she has no clue she is fucking Satan himself. Then, it is Rosemary’s Baby all over again.”
Her eyes slightly narrowed. “You were kinda on track there, and I thought you’d been lying and had seen it, but the Rosemary Baby’s thing has thrown me off.”
I reached for the remote to find the show. She liked it. I could tell. And the only reason she wasn’t watching crime shows was because of me. I didn’t like knowing I had taken something from her that she enjoyed. I was going to fix it.
“Rosemary’s Baby is an old black-and-white horror movie, where the woman has the Devil’s spawn,” I explained.
“Oh. No. It’s not horror. Lucifer Morningstar is hot. She already has a daughter from her previous marriage.”
I clicked on it.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I put the remote down on the other side of me. “Picking our show.”
“But it is crime, and I am serious about needing to cut that out. My imagination is getting the best of me.”
No, I was. I had to stop doing little things like the towel. She had been noticing. It was freaking her out. But the candles I was blowing the fuck out. It was either that or get rid of them.
The doorbell rang, and I stood up. “It’s the food,” I said.
“Then, I am pausing this because you have to see it from the beginning.”
I smirked. As if I was going to be focused on anything other than her. I’d been thinking about this. Getting to spend time with her again since that one damn night in Louisiana she hadn’t been my prisoner, but we had talked. I wasn’t wasting it paying attention to the plot of some weird-ass television show where the Devil solved crimes.
Twenty-Eight
Winslet
I finished off my last taco and had to cover my mouth when Lucifer threw a toy for Chloe’s daughter to fetch to get rid of her. Although I had seen it already, it still made me laugh, and spitting my food out would not be attractive.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” Oz said beside me.
I glanced at him and swallowed before asking, “What?”
He nodded his head toward the screen as he sat there, already done with his food, and leaned back, making Lucifer Morningstar pale in comparison.
“He was honest about who he was, and she doesn’t believe him,” he said.
I dusted off my lap and then took the glass of wine Oz had poured me. “Well, it is a little hard to believe,” I said.
“Sit back,” Oz said.
His arm was stretched out along the back of the sofa, and although it was silly, I was nervous about leaning back. It would be like I was in his arms. When he had sat down with the food, it had been very close to me. I licked my lips, tasting the wine.
“Last chance before I pull you back myself,” he warned.
Whew. Okay. I could do this. I mean, I wanted to. Having his hard chest touch me and his scent surround me sounded pretty incredible. It had been a while since I’d even cuddled on the sofa. I was rusty with all this.
His fingers wrapped around my upper arm and tugged. I went without a fight because there was no fight left in me when it came to this man. I was going to test it out. See if I could handle the player thing without getting attached.
I started to relax back onto the cushions directly behind me, but he was pulling me in his direction.
“Lie back here, and you can stretch your legs out that way,” he told me.
I turned a little and did as he’d suggested. The warmth from his breath against my temple as he wrapped his arm around me, resting just below my breasts, was something I was glad I hadn’t missed out on in life.
“Where’s your sloth?” he asked me. The deep timbre of his voice vibrating in his chest.