Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Fine, you can buy me a dress for tonight.”
“Or a sexy black silk pantsuit that will show off your curves. It can show enough skin to entice him.”
“I doubt we can find anything that will fit me,” I tell her. “You should really get into design school. I’d love to wear your clothes.”
“Niko would never allow that. He expects me to do nothing but shop and look pretty. He’s like my father in that respect.”
I grab the check. We both get up from the table, looping arms as we walk toward the front.
“Let’s go shopping. It’ll cheer us both up,” I suggest, wishing my friend could find happiness and afraid she never will because she and Niko both protect themselves way too much to let love grow.
There’s also a part of me that wonders if that’s not an example as to why I should stop fighting and let Callan inside my heart…
Chapter 17
Callan
When Zoe opens the door, my mouth goes dry. She’s wearing a black dress that looks like it was made for her, molding to every curve perfectly. The bits of skin showing are making my mouth water. My control feels paper thin. Taking her on her doorstep when her father could possibly be home is not how to start tonight—no matter how appealing the thought is.
“You look beautiful.” That could be the biggest understatement in the history of understatements. I take her hand and have her do a small spin. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“I am. I hope I’m not over dressed,” Zoe says nervously, wiping her hands down her dress.
“Should I come in and meet your dad first?” I ask, peeking around her just before she closes the door.
I can tell by the way she talks about him that he’s very important to her. Making a good impression with him is important. I need to make it clear to him that she’s mine. I want his approval, but never having dealt with parents before, I’m not sure what to expect. I just know that I need his support or Zoe won’t take me as her man.
“He’s not here. He had to work. After that, Dad will be staying at my uncle’s place for at least a week. My uncle just had knee surgery and my dad is the only one he will accept help from,” Zoe says, shaking her head.
I’m relived he isn’t home. My plan is to have her at my house tonight—in my bed. Hell, I didn’t know what to expect. I half expected the curfew talk from him. Zoe’s car was delivered to my place today. I’m hoping that after she spends the night, I can give it to her in the morning. I don’t know how she will react. I’ve been trying to move slower than I want, but my patience is getting thin. I want her. I need her. Making her mine is my only goal right now.
I walk Zoe to the passenger side of the car, helping her buckle before kissing her softly. Her tits are pushed up and my eyes keep straying to her perfect cleavage. She knew what she was doing when she bought that dress. Torturing me.
When I climb into the driver’s seat, I look over to find her staring at me as she touches her lips. I smile as pleasure rolls through me. She seems to do that every time we kiss. I love it so much that it makes me want to claim her mouth again. I think about it, but I know if I don’t get a hold of myself, I won’t be able to follow through with our dinner plans.
“Are you ready?” I ask, pulling away from her house and heading towards Miami.
“Yeah.” Zoe says, fidgeting as she pulls the hem of her dress down when it creeps up to show off her milky thighs.
“You look gorgeous,” I murmur, glancing over in time to watch as a blush creeps up her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she responds, her voice soft. “Where are we going?”
“Miami.” I see her frown out of the corner of my eye.
“You know there are places to eat here, right?” she laughs.
“I know, but it wouldn’t have been as good.”
Hearing her laugh is like music to my ears. “You really love Miami that much?”
“I’ve traveled a lot, but Miami is home,” I respond honestly. I think about it for a second and realize I thought about Miami for myself, but not for what she might like. “Do you hate Miami?” Shit. If she hates Miami, that could cause issues…
“No, it’s beautiful and flashy. I love visiting Emilia. The beaches are okay, but they are way too busy. That’s what I like about where I live. There’s a nice beach close by. It’s not so busy or touristy. I can just go looking for shells and watch the sunrise.”