Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
My closet was like stepping into another room. It was every woman’s dream - one hundred square feet of the latest fashion designs around the globe. The room was solid white. The shelves ran from the floor to the ceiling. Both sides were open and covered in everything from jeans to evening gowns. The back wall housed over seventy pair of shoes all set in their own cubicles. A large vanity covered in the finest of perfumes and lotions and lined in studio lights sat in the middle of the room. Built in drawers of endless lingerie, bras, and panties stood on opposite sides of the wall of shoes.
I selected a black strapless bra with matching panties, a red strapless sundress, and then grabbed a gold pair of sandals to complete the outfit. I dressed in front of the mirror I had custom made to fit perfectly on the back of the door. My toned body had a golden brown tint to it, as a result from spending endless hours lounging naked by the pool. I sat in front of the vanity deciding on applying some black mascara and red lip gloss to my plump lips.
The girl looking back at me in the mirror seemed to be the happiest I had seen her in a long time. I had a glow about me and my big hazel eyes seemed full of life. I towel dried my hair, running my fingers through it then piled it on top of my head in a messy bun. I was sure it would be dry within the hour. Satisfied with my appearance I walked out of the closet in search of Luke.
I found Luke in the living room, admiring the mirrors that covered the wall. They were framed in antique wood and made the space seem much larger than it actually was.
"They were my mothers," I said, standing beside him staring at our reflection in the mirror. “She had them custom made from wood that she found from an old barn.”
"You look lovely," Luke said, turning to me and planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "But, that outfit is not going to work." I looked back at him, only inches from his face, searching his eyes for a sign of humor hoping he was only kidding. "I'm serious. Go change into some jeans. We are going out on the bike. My goon squad may get a little excited seeing your dress over your head," he said, smiling down at me.
The thought of riding on a motorcycle with him sent a chill of excitement through me. I bit my lip to try and hide my smile, and was rewarded with a smile from him that spread all the way across his face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. I reached up, planting a peck on his lips.
"I'll be right back," I said, turning to leave and practically skipping back to my room. I stepped into my closet selecting a pair of dark wash designer skinny jeans and a long black three quarter length shirt that was cut low in the front and belted with a rhinestone belt. I chose a pair of heeled black, boots that covered my calves and headed back to the bathroom to dry my hair.
Less than fifteen minutes later, I walked back into living room, just as Luke was walking out of the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I noticed the dishes from earlier had been washed and the bar was cleaned off. His eyes roamed over all over my body from my face to my boots. I had decided to leave my hair down and added dark eye shadow and black liner to my eyes giving them a smoky look.
"You are so fucking sexy," Luke said, sauntering over to me. I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. The stubble around his mouth and chin reminded me of what his face felt like between my legs. I could feel the sexual chemistry forming between us once again. "Why now, at thirty-two years old am I just meeting you?" he asked, still looking at me like he could eat me, which at the time sounded pretty damn good. "I mean, I feel like I have known you all my life. I have always felt like I was missing something in the world, running a step behind, but with you I just feel... whole."
Hearing a confession like this from him had me thinking I had already fallen in love with this man that I had only known for less than twenty four hours. I almost said it. I almost told him I loved him and I didn't even know his last name. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.
“I need to get this. Get your stuff. I’ll meet you at the truck,” he said, giving me a wink and heading toward the library.