Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Loving?” Dear god, I think I might actually be having a cardiac arrest. Either that or this strong-ass caffeine is finally hitting hard.
“Being mushy.”
Okay, that does it. It makes me tingly in the groin. Weland’s cheeks go a little pink, which makes my chest feel hot and tight.
“Like…” I mumble.
“Kissing. Hugging. Snuggling on the couch. Making breakfast or lunch together and doing things that regular couples who live apart and have missed each other and are making up for lost time would do.”
“Do regular couples get distracted by their dog watching?”
“What?” She whips around and finds Beans studying her from the other side of the kitchen. Her hand flies up to her mouth. “Dear god. I don’t know.” She tries to block a giggle, and it comes out as a snort. “We’ll wait until he’s sleeping. He does that a lot.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Oh goodness. Is your sleep on the couch that bad?” She frowns. “Well, the cousins definitely shouldn’t see you doing that. You need to come and sleep in my bed. They’ll no doubt have binoculars or something sneaky like that. We need to, uh, keep the blinds up there open just the smallest amount so they look closed, but also so they can see shadows when we have a lamp lit, and we need to…um, make it look real.”
“Oh.” Oh. My dick is straight-up aching right now. And I mean straight-up. It’s going to punch through my zipper and blow this pair of jeans apart if I keep going at this rate. Hearing Weland describe these things, even if they’re just fake, makes the rest of me feel like I might explode.
“We were going to try those things for real anyway,” she whispers, studying her coffee intently. “We’ll just be speeding it up a little bit.”
“What if they see us not doing it right?”
“We’ll just have to fake it until we make it. If we find it’s just not right, and we have zero chemistry, then we’ll close the blinds back up and just do awkward fumbling and fake kissing, but they won’t be able to tell the difference because shadows are tricky.”
My insides are flipping out, and my outsides are flipping, uh, in…and everything feels like it’s been turned upside down. I find myself smiling like a moron. I shouldn’t be smiling right now. Not this big. And certainly not this enthusiastically. I shouldn’t really be on board with this plan. Not like this. It’s too much. I need to dial it back. I need to get a grip on myself, but it’s hard when Weland is so…electric. She’s electrifying too. I can easily see why her students love her so much. She’s not just a great teacher. She makes everything look and sound fun.
“And when should we…uh…commence this plan?” I ask.
“You need to call Smitty and explain what we’re doing, or if you’re not comfortable with that, then you need to tell him to give this guy coffee and bathroom breaks. It’s horrifying to think where he’s going right now.”
“He probably doesn’t eat or drink, so he doesn’t have to. I doubt guys like him are into wearing an adult diaper so that they don’t have to leave their post or pee into a bottle.”
“Oh lord. Okay, none of that is healthy. This guy definitely needs breaks, even if we aren’t in here plotting. A second security person to relieve him is in order going forward.”
I nod. “I’ll let Smitty know.”
“So we’re going to do this? This plan?”
I didn’t know nipples getting hard were a thing for guys, but mine are starting to poke through my T-shirt. “I think you’re right. It’s the last thing they’d expect.”
“And I guess we’ll find out if we’re…uh…um…” Watching her blush even brighter pink is the most adorable, hottest thing I have ever seen. Every time she does it, which is a lot, it makes my junkage feel like it’s going to turn into grapefruits and go blammo. I shift uncomfortably, making room in the no-room space in my jeans. I also look away because nut explodage is not cool.
“Compatible?” I finish for her while trying to find the answers in my nearly empty cup of coffee.
“Yes, compatible. That’s a good word. A very good word.” She pauses for a minute. “I have a few lessons this afternoon, but we can start figuring it out after that. Like when we’re making dinner or something. Or after. And we can plan on you not sleeping on the couch starting tonight. Either you sleep in my bed, or I stuff a bunch of pillows in there, pull up the covers, and secretly make a bed for you in the basement.” I shudder at the thought of the basement. It’s enough of a punishment to be down there while she’s giving lessons so that I don’t interrupt or confuse her students. “Never mind. The basement is horrible.” She says it. Not me. “You’re sleeping in my bed with me tonight.” She swallows bravely before she slays me even harder. “We’ll find a way to make it work.”