Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Did you enjoy it?” he questions, taking one of the slices of toast off my plate, taking a bite, and then setting it back down.
“It was fun. When I was younger, I loved it because it gave me a chance to travel, but I don’t think I would have done it for much longer. Staying in hotels and being away from home was getting old.”
“Do you have any of your pictures?”
“A few, but not really. I’m sure you could Google me and see some.” I shrug then watch horrified as he pulls out his cell phone from the pocket of his sweats.
“What name did you use? I tried searching before, but nothing ever came up.”
“You tried looking me up before?” I whisper.
“Yes.” He raises a brow smirking.
Sighing, I mutter, “Star Laurence, my middle name and my grandmother’s name.” Typing into his phone, his hand holds the cell tight in his grasp as he swipes his finger across the screen.
“Jesus,” he sits back in the chair then looks me over.
“What?”
“You’re half naked.”
“What?” I ask, grabbing his phone from his hand then paling when I see that he’s come across some of the photos for a plus-size lingerie line I did a year ago. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I exit out of the web browser, set his phone down on the table, and then take my plate to the sink. “I’m gonna go get ready. What time are you leaving?” I ask while avoiding looking at him.
“Mags, you looked beautiful.”
Looking up at the sound of his quiet words, I wonder what I should say.
“Honestly, beautiful,” he says earnestly.
“Thanks,” I whisper, dropping my eyes from his, focusing all my attention on scrubbing my plate.
Putting some more soap on the sponge in my hand, I wash out my cup then jump when I feel his arm slide past me so he can set his mug in the sink. “I’m gonna leave for the airport in about an hour.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” I tell him, or tell the sink, when I pick up his cup and wash it out as well. His lips touch the top of my head then he’s gone. Letting out a breath, I set the dishes in the drainer then head up to my room and plop myself down onto my bed, covering my face with my hands. I don’t have body issues. I’m totally comfortable in my skin. My parents may not have been the best parents, but there was never a time I was made to feel less beautiful than my sister, even though I was a few sizes bigger than her. We were taught there was beauty in all shapes and sizes, but Sven seeing me half naked wearing close to nothing isn’t something I’m exactly okay with, especially when I didn’t have the courage to look into his eyes to see what he thought. Groaning against my palms, I get up and go to the bathroom in my room and get into the shower, figuring I can beat myself up about it later after I go to the grocery store.
Putting away the groceries I picked up, I hear the door open and boots hit the marble in the entryway, and I know Sven is home. By the time I got out of the shower, Sven was already gone and had taken my car keys, something he had started doing recently so I wouldn’t drive it. Without any other option, I took his SUV to the store and got the items on the list I made yesterday, along with a few steaks for him.
While I was out, I also called Eva to see how things were going at the club, since neither Sven nor I would be there tonight. After talking for a few minutes, she asked if I had plans for the evening. I explained to her about Sven’s friends coming in to town, but then she shocked me and said she had a friend she thought I should meet and asked if tonight was a good night to have dinner with him. My first response was to say no, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered, Why not?
I haven’t dated anyone since my breakup with Wyatt, and my feelings for Sven were starting to confuse me. Living with him and working with him meant we spent most of our time together, and I was starting to more than like him, meaning the lines of our relationship were beginning to blur, and that wasn’t good. Even though he gets on my nerves and has a tendency to piss me off, the good outweighed the bad. He is the kind of man a girl could fall in love with, without ever knowing she was doing it. And that’s the exact reason I agreed to go on a date tonight.