Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Bollocks, she just remembered that she hadn’t shaved her legs. She’d only tried once since she’d come from the hospital and it hadn’t been easy or fun.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom first,” she said, moving as quickly as she could down the hallway.
“Good idea,” Spencer said. “Time to head to bed.”
Uh-huh.
Exactly.
She did her best with her legs. Shaving her pussy was also a bit of a struggle with her growing belly. But she did what she could, then brushed her teeth and took off her makeup.
When she walked into her bedroom wrapped in just a towel, she found that Spencer was the only one in the bed.
Oh.
For some reason she’d had thoughts of the three of them . . . but maybe each of them wanted to be with her alone.
That made sense. And having Spencer to herself meant she could show him the photo. Instead of moving to the bed, she headed into the wardrobe and looked through her nighties.
Why didn’t she have a sexy nightgown to wear?
Something lacy and see-through and pretty.
Urgh.
She pulled on a pale pink nightie and grabbed the photo from the backpack.
Did she have a sexy walk? Maybe. She walked slowly to the bed, trying to move her hips.
Spencer glanced over at her and smiled. “Pregnancy waddle? That’s so cute! I thought that came later once you were bigger.”
Bollocks.
Here she was, trying to be sexy and he thought she was waddling like a duck.
So that was a fail.
With a sigh, she set the photo down on the nightstand then climbed into bed, kneeling with her legs parted. All right, she felt like a bit of an idiot, but he must be getting the hints she was throwing down, right?
“Come here, Princess. That can’t be very comfortable.” He patted the mattress next to him.
Should have gone without panties.
Spencer was being obtuse.
Hmm. What if she pulled her nightie down and showed him her boobs? Was that too obvious?
“I’ve got an itch I need scratched,” she said.
“Where is it, Princess? Your leg? Your back?”
Urgh. Okay, one of them was terrible at this.
She had a thought that it might be her.
“Um, no, it’s higher than my leg,” she said, using her most suggestive voice.
“Oh, your tummy.” He drew her down onto her side and started to itch her belly. “Have you got a sore throat, Princess? You sound kind of raspy.”
Heck.
Yep. It was official.
She really did suck at this.
“I’m going to go and make you a lemon and honey drink,” Spencer said, jumping out of bed before she could explain that she was fine.
She was just really, really bad at seduction.
Urgh.
Maybe she should give up and try another night.
Rolling over, she grabbed the photo off the nightstand. “I have something to show you.”
“What is it?” he asked.
She handed it to him. He was silent for so long that she thought she’d done the wrong thing. Then he turned to her. “You kept this all these years?”
Indie nodded. “It’s one of my happiest memories and when I was feeling down, I’d get it out and look at it. I kept some things from the other guys too. Surrounding myself in things that reminded me of all of you made me feel less alone.”
He drew her close, hugging her tight. “I love you, Princess. And you’ll never need reminders of us again. Because we’ll always be here for you.”
43
It was official.
She sucked at seduction. None of the guys were picking up what she was putting down.
Her phone buzzed and she smiled as she saw a cute cat meme from Lemon.
Both Lemon and Margo now had her phone number and were in regular contact. They’d come over yesterday for lunch since she still couldn’t go out with Billy still unaccounted for.
They didn’t have any real leads on where he was, but Quaid was out hunting him.
She wished he’d come home so she could see him.
She’d told Margo and Lemon about how she’d been trying to seduce the guys, with no luck. She’d probably told them too much considering that she’d only just met Lemon and hadn’t seen Margo in a long time.
But they’d both been easy to talk to and she didn’t have anyone else. Her mum had never been the sort of person she could go to. And that was if she could even be found. Slade had told her that he’d had a phone call from his father telling him that her mother hadn’t turned up to a meeting last Friday.
That was odd, but not out of character.
She’d probably turn up on the arm of some other rich guy.
Indie wasn’t worried. It was hard to come up with much concern for the woman who had birthed her when she’d never shown much concern for Indie’s wellbeing.
She replied to Lemon, who seemed to really have a thing for cats. Then a message came through from Margo.