Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“God,” I mutter as our cab pulls up.
“Where to?” The cab driver asks over his shoulder.
“The Ivy.”
Meredith bites her bottom lip and giggles like a little kid. Callie holds her hand out to me and I slap it. Seeing Meredith this excited has already made the night for both of us. Anything else from this moment is a bonus.
The club is packed to the rafters. There are beautiful people everywhere, and we’re drinking cocktails in the bar. I’m wearing my white trousers with a white, strapless top, gold, strappy stilettos, and a matching clutch. My long, strawberry hair is down and pinned back on one side. I have my favourite gold Grecian makeup on. I always feel good when I wear this outfit. I get a lot of compliments. The white seems to compliment my olive skin.
“Can you believe how much fun she’s having?” Callie asks as she watches Meredith. I look over and smile. Meredith is dancing and laughing with a group of guys and girls, looking like she really is having the best time of her life. “She’s danced with just about everyone in this place.” I shake of my head. “I honestly didn’t know how she would handle this, but she’s in her element.”
“I know. Let’s get another drink.” We put our empty glasses down, make our way to the bar in the next room, and stand in line.
“I’m a bit hungry, actually,” I say as I look around. “How did we forget to eat?”
“I don’t know,” Callie mutters. “I’m starving, too.”
A piece of ice hits me in the chest, and I look around in confusion. Who the hell is throwing ice?
I push my fingers through my hair, which now has ice in it. That’s annoying.
“Do you girls come here often?” a unknown voice asks from behind us. We turn to see a cute but young guy. He could only just be eighteen if he’s lucky.
“We do. You?” Callie asks.
Another piece of ice hits me, and I look around again. Who the hell keeps doing that?
“I’m Tom,” the boy answers.
“Hi, Tom,” I say, distracted as I look around.
Another piece of ice hits me. “Who the heck is doing that?” I search all around the club, craning my neck to look everywhere I can.
The young boy behind us sees someone he knows, and he begins to talk to them, leaving us to turn back and face forwards again.
Then, across the crowded room, our eyes meet, and he gives me that slow, sexy smile of his.
My stomach flips and, unable to help it, I smile goofily.
Brock is standing against the wall with three other men beside him.
Holy fuck.
He curls his finger and wiggles it, signalling for me to go to him. I shake my head and smile shyly. Oh my God.
I point to my feet. “You come here,” I mouth.
He instantly pushes off the wall and my heart races. Shit. Within a second, he’s standing next to me. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite nerd.” He looks me up and down slowly. “Looking all… angelic.”
I try to bite back my ridiculous smile. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite crazy person.”
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. “Hello, Tully Pocket,” he breathes down at me. He’s so tall, towering above everyone around him. Tonight, he’s wearing a maroon T-shirt with black jeans. His dark hair and broad shoulders make me weak at the knees.
Why the hell is he so damn gorgeous?
Over the last six weeks I’ve wondered if my mind had somehow exaggerated his gorgeousness, but nope; I can confirm that he is, in fact, the perfect specimen.
“Hi.” My eyes linger on his beautiful face before they flicker to Callie. I quickly remember my manners. “Callie, this is Brock. You remember him, don’t you?”
Callie smiles broadly, rising up on her toes and bouncing in excitement. “I do. Hello.”
He smiles that sexy smile again, and I know that he knows, that Callie knows. Oh jeez, why does everybody know?
“It’s been a while,” he says smoothly.
I nod, an intelligent reply escaping me. Not as long as you may think. Unbeknown to you, in my mind you make a nightly visit to my bedroom. Oh, man, I’m such a loser. He probably hasn’t thought of me again since we last walked away from each other.
Callie drifts away to the front of the line to order our drinks.
“It has been a while,” I push out. “How have you been?”
His sexy eyes hold mine, and I feel the heat in his gaze. “Good, you?”
I nod stupidly again. Woman, get a hold of yourself. “Terrorise any more girls at the gym lately?”
His face falls.
“I didn’t mean terrorise like that,” I correct myself quickly.
Oh, just shut the fuck up, right now.
“What did you mean then?” he asks, unimpressed.
“I meant… you know,” I ramble nervously. “I meant, call someone fifty times until you get blocked, and then tear their friend from their chair at lunch?” I blurt out.