Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I cross my arms in front of my chest and smile back. “Yep. You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
That wipes the smirk right off his face.
Point to me.
George walks over to the rack and hands him the first shirt.
I’ve been trying not to look at his body, but my curiosity about which shirt is in his hands has me pulling my gaze down.
Damn.
I shouldn’t have done that.
His arms flex as he stretches it out to grab the material, and when he pulls back, his whole chest is on display to me.
When we spent the night together, it was way too dark to see anything, but now that I have a clear view, I wish I didn’t look.
I knew in my heart he’d be perfection, but perfection has nothing on this man.
His body is just . . . wow.
That’s it. No other word comes to mind. Wow.
With perfectly cut muscles, he’s tall and lean and just—did I say wow?
I need to pull my gaze away because if I don’t, he’ll catch me, but I can’t.
This man has a gravitational pull, and I’m stuck in it.
My eyes continue to travel south, trailing down his torso until I’m met with the most phenomenal V I’ve ever seen.
Stop looking, Josie.
“Josephine.”
Is it hot in here? I swear the heat has turned on, but I know it’s not the case since we’re in an office outside a hockey rink.
It’s freezing in here; I’m just burning up because of the way he looks at me. His stare sets an inferno in my belly. It lights me up.
What I’d do to have one more night. One when I can experience this man in all his glory, not just a quick little romp on the grass.
To take my time with him.
Kiss down his chest.
I’d lick the dip in his V—
“Hellfire.”
That has me snapping my head up, and I meet the smoldering blue eyes that haunt my dreams. The way he looks at me makes my knees feel weak.
“You okay over there? You look a little flushed.” Then he gives me a knowing smirk.
Like a bottle of cold water poured over a candle, the fire is snuffed, all trace of the flame gone.
Bastard.
28
DANE
Since the day of my tuxedo fitting, I’ve put as much distance between Josephine and me as possible. The girl is getting under my skin, and it’s dangerous.
She’s everywhere.
A damn temptation begging for me to sin.
She’s too damn close.
The vision in front of me is what I’ve been hoping to avoid, but by some sick twist of fate, I can’t.
I don't allow myself to touch the dangling fruit, despite the way it torments me, and in turn, I’m a grumpy motherfucker.
Oh, who am I kidding? I was always an asshole and have been since my parents died, but this is next level. I’ve had to build walls.
She walks past me to enter the house, and the vision should be illegal from this angle.
Did she change? There is no way she was wearing this the whole day. I would have lost my shit. I wouldn’t have missed this outfit.
I trail my gaze up her body, from her tanned and toned legs past her skirt.
Fuck, an inch of her torso shows beneath her cropped shirt.
Why does she have to be his damn daughter?
I don’t want a relationship, but I’d love to lose myself in her one more time.
Her trimmed waist begs me to reach out and touch her.
This is my own personal hell.
This is bad.
“After you,” I grit out as Sherry gestures to the table.
“Thank you, Dane.” She smirks. It’s mocking, coy. It makes me think that despite all my best efforts, she knows how much I want her and wants to toy with me.
Little minx.
A cough escapes my mouth, and I pull my gaze from her. It lands on her dad, who’s staring at me in an odd manner.
Does he see it too?
I hope not.
Josephine takes the chair on the left, leaving me sitting on the right, closer to Coach.
The sound of me pulling the chair back echoes around, making my descent seem much longer than it actually is.
“I’m so happy you’re both here,” Sherry says as she reaches across the table to grab the bottle of wine. “Wine?”
As if this hasn’t been the norm lately. I’ve felt like it’s back to normal, with the exception of Josephine’s presence.
Josephine says nothing, so I do. “Yes, I’d love some.”
Sherry walks over to where I’m sitting and pours me a glass. “Josie?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
There’s no missing the tightness of her voice. She doesn’t want to be here, and it obviously has nothing to do with me.
Once Sherry pours herself and Coach a drink, Coach raises his glass. “To a job well done,” he says to his daughter.
I look over at her, and her eyebrow is raised. “Job well done?”
“Molly will be back soon, so I think it’s safe to move you back. Dane, she’ll still help you of course. Congrats, you’re officially back interning for the whole team.”