Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Wait . . . I wasn’t ready,” she says, reaching for the phone, only I drop it right back into my pocket.
“Want a new picture, then you’re gonna have to see me again. Or send me nudes. That’ll work too.”
She shakes her head and lets out a heavy sigh as her hand digs into her purse, fishing out a set of keys. “Goodnight, Maddox Blake. I wish I could say see you never, but you’re clearly about to shit all over that plan.”
A smile pulls at the corner of my lips, and I realize that chasing this beauty is about to be the best fun I’ve ever had. “Goodnight, Savage.”
She unlocks the door before pushing it open, and I immediately follow her in. Only she pauses and glances back at me, her brows pulled down. “You good?”
“I’m good. Are you good?”
“I told you, you’re not coming up to my apartment.”
I step into her and wind my hand around her waist before pulling her in hard against me. “As much as I would love to spend my night sinking into you over and over again, I’m down to respect your boundaries . . . mostly. You said no, so it’s a no.”
“So, what the hell are you doing?”
I laugh as I release her and start moving toward the elevator to press the call button. “I wasn’t lying earlier. I have a friend living in this building. I came here to see him, and despite getting a little distracted out there, I still intend to follow through on that original plan.”
“Right,” she says, glancing away as she awkwardly strides toward me and waits for the elevator. “Of course.”
“Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
The elevator dings with its arrival and we each step in, turning around to face the front. “Nope,” she says, popping the p.
Lyra reaches across me to press the button for the fourth floor, and I stand back as the doors close us in. “Which floor?” she questions.
“Fourth.”
Her gaze slowly lifts to meet mine, her stare narrowed and full of suspicion. “Uh-huh.”
I laugh to myself. I really am heading to the fourth floor, but her squirming makes this more than worth it. Just because I want round two doesn’t mean she’s off the hook just yet.
We travel in silence as she fidgets with her hands, holding them together as though scared she might reach for me. But let’s be honest, if she did, I wouldn’t hesitate to pull that stop button and put it down right here. But again, boundaries and all that shit.
The elevator finally reaches the fourth floor, and I wave my hand toward the opening. “Ladies first.”
She shakes her head. “No, really. Assholes first. I insist.”
“Oh, well if you insist.”
A smirk settles on my lips, and I step past her out onto the fourth floor before turning to the left and starting down the hallway. I take my time, and after a moment, the feisty little vixen falls in step beside me, her gaze narrowing with every apartment we pass.
By the time we’re reaching the end of the hall, there are only two doors ahead of us, and I can’t believe my fucking luck. There’s no way this woman lives right across the hall from the very apartment I’ve been half-living in for the past few weeks.
We inch closer to the door on the left of the hallway, and as she steps directly in front of it, she comes to a screeching halt. “Okay, what gives? You’re absolutely following me now. Are you actually a creepy stalker? Because apart from screwing me raw in a back alley, I don’t know what more you could want from me.”
“Creepy stalker? Who, me?” I ask, spinning to walk backward as I continue down the hall. “I’m offended.”
She watches as I continue to the final door in the hallway and gently rap my knuckles against the wood. “Wait,” she says with a gasp, her eyes widening as she realizes that this is all nothing more than a very convenient coincidence. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that where your friend lives?”
“Sure is, Savage. You wanna come in for a snack?”
She huffs and turns back to her door, jamming her key into the lock and madly twisting. “This can not be happening,” Lyra mutters to herself before whipping her stare back to me. “See? This is exactly why I don’t get involved with neighbors. It’s messy. I don’t like it.”
She throws her door open and storms in. “I’ll be seeing you, Savage,” I call after her.
She scoffs and pops her head straight back out the door. “Wishful thinking.”
“Nah, baby. Wishful thinking is believing that I could get you to dress up as a candy striper with blood-red lip gloss and suck my cock for hours on end. Knowing I’ll be seeing you again? That’s just inevitable. It’s in the stars and all that shit.”