Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Chapter 5
Manning
“It’s never two without three,” I say, my lips as close to her ear as I allow myself. I watched her dance, and she walked over to the bar, not seeing me.
I leaned on the bar, propping my elbow up, looking at her. When she walked out of the bathroom, and I had to hold her up, my heart was beating so fast in my chest. I could have sworn it was the bass coming from the DJ. But I was too far for that. My mouth went dry when she looked up at me. Her eyes were brighter than before, and the minute she saw it was me, her cheeks turned a light pink.
“I think that is the same thing I said,” she says, laughing at me, and the bartender comes over with her drink.
“I got it,” I tell him, and he just nods at me, walking away to go serve someone else. He called me Captain before, and I waited to see if she reacted, but she didn’t even bat an eye. Did she really not know who I was?
“Thank you,” she says, grabbing her martini and bringing it to her lips. “So does this mean I get two more drinks?”
“I don’t know.” I lean in to make sure she can hear me. I hate that the music is getting louder and louder, but then again, I love that she has to lean in to hear me.
“Do I need a special code word or something like that?” she asks, mirroring the way I’m leaning on the bar. Someone comes in behind her and nudges her, and she has to move closer to me. “Do you come here often?” she asks and then laughs. “God, that was so lame. It’s like Pick-up Line 101.” I laugh now, looking around to see the guys still in the room. Ralph is writing something down with the guys. Miller is sitting in his chair with his phone in his hands. I stepped out for a second, telling them I wanted to come get a water, and no one even batted an eye.
“Are you trying to pick me up?” I ask, my hands getting clammy. I have no fucking clue what the fuck I’m doing right now.
She tilts her head to the side and takes another gulp of her drink. “No. Do girls usually try to pick you up?”
“It’s been known to happen.” I tell the truth.
“Obviously,” she says, rolling her eyes, and now I put my head down and laugh. “A little bit full of ourselves.”
“Not at all. It was an honest question. Are you trying to tell me that your waiter wasn’t trying to pick you up?” She looks at me shocked now, her mouth opening and then closing.
“How did you . . .?” she says, looking around, and then she sees the guys in the room behind me. “You were watching me.”
I smirk now, looking around to make sure no one is watching us. She gets bumped again, and this time, she gets really close, so close that my hand comes out and goes to her hip to stop her from flying onto me. I mean, I don’t mind if she does, but she’s going to want to know why my cock is so hard over a fucking stranger. “Do you have a name?” I finally cave and ask her.
“I do,” she says, looking up at me with a smile. “I mean, at least there is a name on my birth certificate.” I wait for her to tell me her name. “I’m Evelyn,” she says, holding out her hand. I stand now, holding out the arm I was leaning on. My hand grips her hand, and I can swear I feel electricity go through my veins.
“Nice to meet you, Evelyn,” I say.
“Usually,” she says, while our hands still move up and down, in the longest shaking of hands I’ve had in my life, “when a woman gives a man her name, it’s customary for the man to reciprocate.”
“Is that how this goes?” I joke with her, and she drops her hand. I want to grab it back.
“I’m Manning.” I put out my hand for her, and she grabs my hand again and shakes it. “It’s nice to meet you, Evelyn.” When I say her name, my stomach does something weird.
“Manning,” she says, and I can now picture her saying my name while I bury my cock so deep in her. I need to get away from her because this is crazy. My cock has not been this hard in forever, actually.
“Well,” she says, finishing her drink. “I should get back to the girls.”
“Have a great night, Evelyn,” I say, and she smiles and looks up at me. If I could, I would wrap my arm around her waist, pick her up, and kiss her lips. My heart thumps in my chest; my stomach feels upset.