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)
“No shit, Sherlock. You could give Cumberbatch a run for his money with those excellent skills of deduction.” I snort.
Tyler picks up the shoe box. “A guy who’s your neighbor and buys you Louboutins?”
I snatch the box from him, set it on the sofa, and glare at him. “And Sean’s about as straight as a fucking Oreo, so I’m not sure what the problem is. I’m not even sure there should be a problem.”
Angus jumps from his perch on the windowsill and hisses at Tyler. I rub my hand across my eyes, walk to the kitchen, and grab a can of food from the cupboard.
“Angus,” I coo, tapping the can against his food bowl.
He prowls across the kitchen and dives in. Problem solved.
“You have a cat?”
“Obviously.” I put my hands on my hips and turn to him. “What do you want?”
Tyler walks to me and cups my jaw, running his thumb across it. “To talk to you.”
I smack his hand away. “You can do that over the phone. Or email. Or text.”
“I don’t have your email, and there’s no guarantee your feisty arse will text me back.”
I glare at him. “Talk. Now.”
His chuckle is low, hitting me deep in my stomach. Damn.
“Okay. Should I start?” I raise my eyebrows. “Why are you here?”
“You intrigue me, Liv.”
“Sounds like a pathetic excuse for a pick-up line to me.”
“If I was going to use a chat-up line, I know for a fact that wouldn’t work. It’d have to be something dirtier for you.”
I refuse to blush. “Don’t fuck around, Tyler. You’re here for a reason. Now I want to know what it is.”
He studies me for a long moment, his dark eyes flicking across my face and curving over my body. Then he steps forward, once again cupping my jaw, and speaks low. “You’ve driven me crazy ever since you walked into the photoshoot. I never planned to see you again after that fucking amazing night and couldn’t believe you were there. And you were so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, stepping closer to me. “You were so carefree and confident, like you belonged in front of a camera. In front of my camera. Everyone left and you didn’t realize because you were so into what you were doing.”
“It’s not my job to call the end of a shoot. It’s the photographer’s.”
“I know. But there you were, the woman who’d been the reason behind my hard-on for days, and then there you were in Aaron’s apartment. I don’t believe in fate, but that’s a fucking coincidence if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Or a bit of bad luck. Depending how you look at it. Personally, I think it’s Fate’s Big Fuck-Up.”
He smiles, his thumb ghosting over my bottom lip. “Or good luck,” he whispers, leaning in.
I put two fingers over his mouth. “We’re not done talking.”
He pulls my fingers away from his mouth and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, tugging me against him. “I want you, Liv. It’s driving me fucking insane not having you. I thought if we didn’t speak for a few days, if there was no contact whatsoever between us, that I could forget you. But I can’t. I can still taste the sweetness of your kisses on my tongue. I can still fucking feel you clenching around my fingers as you moan into my mouth.”
My heart pounds loudly.
“I want you so fucking much, babe, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
His lips have barely brushed mine before I push him away. Wants me? No. I don’t do wanting. I don’t—I can’t—want a single person or have them want me.
“Yes, you are, because no is my answer.” I walk around him into my living room, ignoring the desperate coiling of my stomach. “Please leave.”
“Liv.”
“Please. I want you to go.”
Tyler grabs my hand and turns me around to face him. “I spoke to Dayton. She told me you don’t do relationships.”
My lips tug up on one side into a wry smile. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I’m not asking you for a compromise. I’m not asking you to be my fucking girlfriend.” He leans in and runs his nose up my cheek. I breathe in his rich scent as he does and immediately berate myself.
This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing.
I’m supposed to be pushing his demanding, handsome, British ass away from me.
“Then what are you asking for? Because I don’t understand.” My voice is shaky, betraying the panic tightening my chest.
“I’m asking you for your body.”
“I’m not a fucking booty call.”
“And I won’t treat you as such.” He kisses my jaw, wrapping an arm around my waist. “I don’t generally fuck people more than once. In fact, I don’t think I ever have in my life. But you? Twice isn’t enough. I want to fuck you and know you’ll be there whenever I want you.”