Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Once we’re alone, I let go of his arm and spin around to glare at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Why does there have to be something wrong with me? I was just asking innocent questions.”
“Bullshit. You were trying to start a fight.”
Not even bothering to deny it, he looks at me and shrugs. “So what if I was?”
“You’re being a jerk and I don’t like it.”
“No?”
He takes a couple steps closer, bracing one hand on the small of my back and bringing the other to rest on my waist.
My heart stalls.
“Hunter,” I say softly, trying to peel his greedy hands off me. I cast an anxious look back at Anderson and see he’s staring right at us. “Stop it. He’s watching.”
“Like I give a fuck if he’s watching.” He walks me back up against a tree. “Let him watch.”
“Hunter, no. Come on, you promised you’d play nice if I did what you wanted.”
He smiles, his eyes glinting with genuine pleasure. “That sounds nice. Say it again.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Look, I’m not fighting you, all right? I’ll break up with him like you told me to. But I need an extension, and I need you to not make him look like an asshole in the meantime.”
“Wow, you come to me tonight with a lot of requests.” Hunter closes in, bringing his hard body against mine and making my heart race faster. “Tell me, Catnip. How do you intend to pay me back if I grant them?”
“Please stop.” I push harder, trying to get his hands off me. My stomach is doing somersaults at his closeness, but I’m too cognizant of our audience, too guilty to even enjoy it. “Anderson is right over there.”
“Don’t care. Next problem.” Instead of giving me space, he pushes even closer.
I instinctively step back to get away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. I feel the rough bark at my back, the heat of Hunter’s muscled torso pressed against my front.
My blood heats and my heart pounds wildly. I feel an insuppressible stirring of interest between my legs. I start to shuffle my feet awkwardly, and Hunter casually wedges his thigh between my legs. The pressure of his thigh against my most intimate place ramps up my arousal instantaneously.
“Anderson’s dog died,” I say abruptly.
Hunter pauses and looks at me. “What?”
I release a breath, knowing that’s probably the strangest thing anyone has ever said to him when he was about to maul them, but… well, that’s the next problem.
“His dog died today. I met him for breakfast to break up with him, but… how could I dump the guy when his dog just died?”
Hunter stares at me blankly, like for once, he doesn’t have a single clue what to say. “His dog died,” he repeats blankly.
I nod, pleading with him for some empathy. “So, you see, I can’t dump him tonight. It would be too mean.”
I watch his face as he considers my problem. I know Hunter is reasonable, so even though he’s being a big jerkface right now, I’m fairly confident he will summon enough sympathy to allow me a deadline extension.
Given my faith in his basic decency, I’m completely unprepared when he shares his decision. “Doesn’t matter. Dogs die, that’s sad. You still have to break up with him tonight.”
“Hunter,” I say, staring at him.
He shakes his head. “It’s gotta be tonight. I’ve made enough compromises. I’m not making any more—not where he’s concerned, at least.”
I’m too stunned to react at first.
Hunter doesn’t have the same problem. With his thigh still pressed between my legs, he leans close again. As if he didn’t just heartlessly reject my request for an extension to break up with my boyfriend, he brushes my hair behind my ear and gives me a tender little smile. “You look pretty tonight.”
My poor heart. It’s like a puppet, dancing every time he pulls the strings.
It took a few years, but I think I’m starting to see why my mom had such a problem with Hunter in middle school. He wasn’t as aggressive back then so I didn’t really need to, but right now I’m realizing he’s pretty hard to resist. My boyfriend is standing maybe 50 feet away and he’s already sad today, but if Hunter would have just pressed his lips to the curve of my neck, I would have been tempted to tilt it and let him keep going.
I need to get away from him before he makes things even worse.
Darting a glance back toward Chuck Whitehouse’s car, I spot Anderson—and this time he’s not just looking, he’s heading toward us.
My heart falls. I push against Hunter again with more force. “Hunter, please.”
Responding to the alarm dripping from my tone, Hunter pulls back this time. Only a few inches at first, just enough to lessen the pressure of his body against mine, but when I push him away again, he finally takes a couple steps back.