Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
I rest my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. “You didn’t take your socks off.”
“You didn’t take your knickers off. I say it’s fair.” He kisses my forehead and sighs deeply.
Okay. I’m not going to reply. I’m going to lie here, fall asleep, and pretend I didn’t just give him a blow job for entirely selfish reasons.
“Tyler Stone, one of these days, I’m going to bloody well kill your useless arse!”
My eyes widen.
“Shit!” Tyler snaps, slapping his hand over his face. He yawns and heaves himself out of bed. “Shit. Sorry!” he yells. “Hang on!”
“Um.” I push myself up to sitting.
“That would be my sister.” He pulls some jeans on, totally forgetting his underwear, and rubs his eyes.
“I thought she wasn’t supposed to be here for another three days?” I whisper angrily.
“Shit. Me too.” He opens his bedroom door and slips out. “Tessa! You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Thursday, dickhead!” a very British accent replies.
“You told me Sunday!”
“Where the bloody hell did you get Sunday from? Honestly, Tyler. You’re like a child. Sun-hun-day,” she says, enunciating each sound. “I had to call Aaron to get him to get me collected from the airport because you weren’t there and you wouldn’t answer your phone.”
“I guess he gave you his spare key,” Tyler groans.
“No, I’m an expert lock picker. Of course he did.” The door slamming follows her words. “What are you doing anyway? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
“I’m not alone,” he says flatly.
“You’re not—oh! Oh, bollocks!”
Oh, bollocks indeed. I’m apparently about to meet Tyler’s sister and the only clean item of clothing I have is panties.
Fanfuckingtastic.
“Mm,” Tyler says. “Give me a minute.” He walks back through the door and closes it behind him. He leans against it and covers his eyes with his hand. “Shit. I am so sorry. I swear she said Sunday.”
“It’s okay,” I squeak out.
No. It’s not. It’s not fucking okay. Not at all. I am not ready to meet any of his family I don’t already know.
Shit. No. No. No.
Can I climb out of the window? Scale down the wall a la Spiderman?
“Then why do you look like you just saw a ghost?”
“I’m thinking how lovely it is that I get to meet her?” I offer lamely.
He walks to the bed and bends in front of me. His palms are soft as he lays them on either side of my cheeks. “I know you’re not ready for this yet. I don’t expect you go out there and be best mates with her. I can take her for breakfast so you can leave.”
“Who said I’m not ready?”
The lead weight in my stomach, perhaps? The erratic beat of my heart, maybe?
The panic written all over my motherfucking face?
“I can see it in your eyes, baby girl. You look like you’re about to shit a brick.”
My lips twitch in a mirror of his. “Okay. I’m a little freaked out. A lot freaked out.”
He raises his eyebrows.
“Freaking the fucking hell out,” I admit. “Like, look.” I lift my hand so he can see the tremble there. “This is…big. Like. Yeah. Um.”
“I’ll take her for breakfast.” He kisses me softly.
I shake my head. “That’s so rude, Tyler! I have to meet her. It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just a little afraid.”
“She won’t bite, I promise. I got that trait.” He stands and winks with a wolfish grin spreading across his face. “There’s no need to be afraid.”
Maybe not for him. Maybe meeting the family isn’t a big freaking deal for Mr. Addicted To Sex. For me? It’s huge. Massive.
“Liv? What is it?”
“Aside from the fact that I have no clean clothes?”
He holds up a finger, opens a drawer, then throws a pair of jeans and a shirt at me. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs.
“Don’t ask. Now what is it?”
I look down, fiddling with the tag on the pants, and say softly, “I’m afraid to meet her because it’s another part of you I could love.”
“Hey.” He bends over and tilts my face back up. “No worries. I’m way more lovable than Tessa.”
I take a deep breath and smile at him. “You’re such a twat.”
His lips curve into a grin. “What can I say? You bring it out in me. Now stop fussing and get dressed woman.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“And you better believe that’s the only time you’ll ever hear me say those bloody words to you.”
I laugh into my hand and take my clean panties from him. I note that they’re not the ones I left before. What the hell has he been up to? And why did I not know that there are brand-new clothes in his apartment that happen to fit me perfectly?
Why are they here?
I close my eyes briefly, shove those thoughts to the back of my mind, and swing my legs out of bed. I’m half dressed when I hear, “Tyler! Why are your trousers on your balcony?”