Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I place my hand on Grayson’s thigh underneath the table. “Your friend isn’t catnip to me. In fact, he’s not my type at all.”
Grayson’s chest heaves. “No?” When I shake my head, he swallows hard and breathlessly asks, “What is your type? Because whatever it is, Selena, I’m at your service to be that tonight.”
Victoria guffaws. “Well played, Grayson.” She winks at me. “He might not be subtle, Selena. And he’s certainly not smooth, by any stretch. But he’s enthusiastic and fucking adorable.”
“He sure is.” I side-eye Grayson for a long beat, warning him not to get ahead of himself, but it’s clear from his facial expression he’s going to explode if I don’t answer his implied invitation soon. I remind him, “I told you I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“You did. Understood.”
“I didn’t say that to play hard to get. I genuinely don’t have room in my life, or in my heart, for a boyfriend or any kind of serious commitment. Frankly, I’m worried you’re the kind of guy who falls hard and fast.”
“Thank you. That’s an accurate assessment.”
I laugh, making him chuckle.
“But you’re being clear with me going in, and I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. I’ve heard your terms and conditions, Hot Teacher, and promise to abide by all of them.” He holds up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“That’s only meaningful if you were actually a Boy Scout.”
“I was.”
I chuckle. “Of course, you were.”
Grayson’s green eyes are twinkling. His dimples popping. “Come on, Selena. Our chemistry is through the roof. Let’s do this.”
I bite my lip. I want to say yes so badly, but I’m thoroughly enjoying torturing him. “Let’s do what?” I ask seductively. “That’s the question.”
With his green eyes flickering, Grayson leans into my ear and shocks me by whispering, “Whatever the fuck you want, all night long.”
Arousal floods me. It zaps my most sensitive nerve endings and makes my nipples harden. I say, “You promise you won’t get your mind blown by me, fall hard, and then bomb me with texts and calls? Don’t you dare make me block your number or file a restraining order, Grayson.”
He briefly ponders my comment. “Okay, I can’t in good conscience promise not to get my mind blown by you. I’m positive I will. I also can’t promise not to fall hard for you. It’s highly likely. But I do promise I won’t bomb you with texts and calls afterwards. I do promise you won’t need to block me or file a restraining order. I do promise to respect your boundaries, no matter what.” As before, he holds up three fingers and adds, “Scout’s honor. And who knows? Maybe, once you’re done blowing my mind, I’ll be chomping at the bit to bite the next lucky lady’s ass.”
I burst into laughter and squeeze his thigh under the table. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Let’s do this.”
With a whoop, he fist-pumps the air and jolts to standing.
“Bye, kids,” Victoria says as Grayson pulls me up. Before we’ve walked away, she motions for me to lean in to hear a private comment, and when my ear is at my best friend’s lips, she whispers, “I’ll never forgive you, if you don’t give me a full report in the morning.”
4
SELENA
“Would you like a room with a view, Ms. Diaz?” the hotel clerk behind the counter asks.
“Actually, why don’t you upgrade me to a suite with a view, if you’ve got one available,” I reply. Why not? Even though Grayson and I are only going to be staying at this hotel for one glorious night of fun, we might as well shag in style.
With Drew at Andre’s the whole weekend, I theoretically could have brought Grayson back to my empty house to fuck his brains out there. But I’d never bring a man home, not even one as seemingly gentle and non-threatening as Grayson. The last thing I need is for Grayson to fall for me after I’ve blown his twenty-five-year-old dick and mind tonight and then, to my mortification, start showing up at my front door like a lost puppy, fruitlessly determined to woo me. Good lord, the very thought sends my pulse through the roof, and not in a good way.
“Let me pay for the upgrade, at least,” Grayson says, holding up his credit card once again. But same as last time, I gently push his hand away.
“I’ve got plenty of points to cover everything.” I turn my head and wink covertly at the hotel clerk, nonverbally instructing her not to contradict my little white lie to Grayson, and my cute little boy toy begrudgingly thanks me and slides his credit card back into his beat-up wallet.
I know Grayson fervently wants to be a gentleman and pay for our room tonight, the same way he paid for all those drinks at the bar, but there’s no way I’d let him do that. This luxury hotel—picked by me, not him—is outrageously expensive, and I’m sure the bill for even one night would hit Grayson pretty hard in that beat-up wallet of his.