Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Maybe that’s just how my life will pan out.
After another fifteen minutes of talk about exploring Paris, and the women thinking it would be a good idea for me to travel to France to take on a French lover, the meeting ends, and the women leave.
It’s late.
Technically my store doesn’t close for another half hour, but I decide to close it down a bit early so I can head to my apartment above the shop and start reading next month’s book. I like to be ahead.
I clean up the paper cups from the wine that June brought to the club meeting and after a few minutes I find myself gazing out the bay window at the front of my shop.
There’s a bright star smack dab in the middle of the night sky, and I close my eyes. “I wish I could meet a man who could rock my world. Who can give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I’ve never had a man give me an orgasm, but I want there to be somebody out there who can.” I make my wish and then there’s a loud crash behind me.
I spin around, terrified of what I might find.
And it’s definitely the person who I least expect staring back at me. Big green eyes drink me in, and chills skate over my body.
Why am I having this reaction?
“Tripp Atwood?” Oh god. Did he hear me? “How long have you been here? Did you hear me?”
Please say no. Please say no.
He rubs at the back of his neck casually. “I may have heard a little something, or other.”
My cheeks flame red hot. “Get out,” I scream at him.
“Wait…I,” he stutters, holding up a book. “I’d like to buy this first, please?” His voice is calm, collected, and a hell of a lot cooler than how I feel right now.
“Um, okay,” I say, hesitant. “Follow me.” I head in the direction of the cash register in the back of the store.
I’ve known Tripp Atwood for a while. I dated his older brother, Brock. I’ve met Tripp a few times, but we’ve never been close. Never really had a lengthy conversation, except for that one day at his parent’s house. I can barely even remember what we talked about.
He follows quietly behind me, and I know I have to broach the subject on what he overheard. Maybe I can tell him I was just joking.
I head behind the counter, holding my hand out for the book. “Listen, about my wish,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“You’ve never had a man get you off?”
My eyes widen, and I find myself momentarily speechless. “Umm,” I stammer, struggling to find the right words.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint and a casual smile that suggests he's not judging me at all.
“It’s a long story,” I manage to say as I ring up his book. He hands me his credit card with a nonchalant air. I glance at the book’s cover and notice the title: How to Publish a Book? My eyebrow arches in surprise.
He shrugs, his demeanor relaxed. “Yeah, I’ve, uh, been writing.”
“Really?” I ask, my curiosity piqued. “I thought you worked at the Atta Boy Brewery with your brothers.”
He gives another casual shrug, and I take a moment to really look at him. Tripp Atwood, with his ruggedly handsome features, is definitely packing some muscles. His well-defined arms are visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt, and there's something undeniably attractive about his casual confidence. The way he stands, relaxed yet assertive, only adds to his allure.
Am I really checking out my ex-boyfriend’s brother?
Chapter 2
Tripp
I grab the back of my neck, uncomfortable with the conversation. No one knows I’ve been writing and now Millie, the woman I’ve had a crush on for far too long, is asking about it. There’s not much I can say, I’m buying a book about publishing.
“Yeah, well working at the brewery is supposed to be my destiny, but I think my true destiny is writing,” I say, shrugging.
She smiles and her entire beautiful face lights up. “I think it’s amazing, Tripp.”
I reach over and grab her hand as she begins to put my book in a brown bag. “Please, don’t tell anyone. This isn’t something I’m ready to share just yet.” Her eyes bounce between mine and I resort to something I shouldn’t, but if she says something I’m afraid I’ll be talked out of this dream before I even get a chance to chase it. “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but I give her a grin and lean against the counter. Truthfully, I can’t believe this gorgeous woman has never experienced an orgasm from a man before. It really is shocking, especially since she was dating my brother. I guess when he said they never had sex, he was being honest.