Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Since when do you turn down a chance to party? We don’t have to drink, but my sister needs to get out of the house. If Mia’s not working, she sits at home and watches movies or reads old newspaper articles. That’s not normal for someone her age.”
“No, that’s definitely not normal. But Mia is a big girl. She can take care of herself.”
Will parallel parks in front of the butcher shop and turns off the engine. He glances over at me, frustrated not with me but with his sister. “You saw how well she’s taking care of herself. Her job pays shit, and she refuses to take any money from me. That girl has too much pride. The least we can do while we’re staying with her is feed her and show her a good time.”
I could show her a good time, all right.
“Don’t do that.” Will points at me with a disapproving expression on his face. “You have that creepy look about you like you’re up to no good.”
I want his sister under me, on top of me, on her knees, and in my bed. Yeah, I’d say that counts as being up to no good. Will would kill me for having these thoughts about his sister. I can control myself, I think. Maybe staying with Mia was a horrible idea. We should find another place to live, but this could be a fresh start for Mia and me. There are a whole lot of maybes rolling around in my head.
“Nope.” I wink. “I’m down with the plan. Let’s show Mia some fun.”
She can use it.
Unlike my luxury apartment that overlooks the Camden Waterfront, Mia’s place is a three-floor walk-up in the middle of Center City. The entire building smells of the Chinese food that wafts up the stairs from the restaurant on the ground floor, which is now mixing with the delicious scent of my Italian cooking.
As I open the oven door to check on the veal, I hear Mia drop her keys in the hallway and curse loudly. I can’t help but laugh.
A few seconds later, Mia comes crashing through the front door and throws the grungy messenger bag she carries everywhere on the floor.
She tips her nose up to the ceiling, her eyes wide as she glances over at me. “You’re cooking dinner? Wow!”
“Why do you look so surprised?”
“I had no idea you still cooked. I figured by now you’d have a personal chef making your meals since you’re rich.”
I was always rich.
She walks into the kitchen and hops up on the counter, surveying my body. Either she doesn’t care that she’s blatantly checking me out or she doesn’t realize she’s doing it. Will would have a stroke if he saw the way we’re looking at each other right now.
“I’m full of surprises, princess.” I wink at her and then turn around to stir the sauce in the pot.
* * *
Mia scoots closer to the stove and looks down at the pot. “It smells amazing. I can’t even remember the last time I had food that didn’t come from a bag or the Chinese restaurant downstairs.”
“I figured as much. This dinner was Will’s idea. You can thank him for taking pity on you.”
She snorts. “I don’t want your sympathy. I live the way I do by choice, thank you very much. Food is overrated, and so are hot men who can cook.”
“Don’t let Will hear you say that.” I raise the wooden spoon from the pot and blow on it before putting it in front of Mia’s mouth. “Taste it.”
At first, she’s apprehensive, but she follows my order. Good girl.
“Mmm…” Mia licks the remaining specks of sauce from her lips. “This is amazing.”
She draws my attention to her mouth, her tongue, and her luscious lips. I start thinking about how good her lips will feel like wrapped around my cock and have to stop myself from getting a boner in her kitchen. With Will in the shower and only ten feet away from us, I have to keep my head in the game.
Mia leans forward with her eyes fixed on me. “So, what are you making me?”
“Spaghetti, veal parm, and fresh garlic bread.”
She grins so wide her teeth are showing. My expression mirrors her, my cheeks hurting from how much I’m smiling.
“Ethan Waters made me dinner. I’ve never had a man make a meal for me.”
“Don’t read too much into it.”
“Still, this has to be a big deal for you. Clarke will flip out when I tell her about this. I think she has a crush on you.”
“Most women do,” I deadpan.
She laughs and points a finger at her chest. “Not this one.”
I drop the spoon on the stove and step in front of her, pulling her thighs apart with both hands so I can move between them. Sliding my hands up her legs, I take my time, careful not to take things too far. Leaning forward, I move my palms to the counter on both sides of Mia and laugh on the inside when she sucks in a deep breath. She holds it and waits for what feels like a minute before she exhales.