Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Beck couldn’t help but grin. “I’m partial to them myself. And they liked you a lot.” He could tell they’d fallen in love with Chloe immediately.
He’d known it by the gleam in his mom’s eye and the way she’d grinned at him when Chloe wasn’t looking. His father merely patted him on the back as if he’d done something good by bringing her over. That was his dad’s seal of approval. It helped that Chloe was the perfect guest, bringing dessert and offering to help in the kitchen, which gave his mother a chance to grill her about her life.
“I’m glad.” She stretched her legs out in front of her and groaned, the sound going straight to his cock. “I noticed your parents changed the subject every time you tried to bring up your father’s surgery.”
He set his jaw. “Yeah.” Beck had gritted his teeth and gotten through it. “I just have to wait until he’s operated on and we have results.” And that was all the discussion he wanted to have on the subject. “So … do you have plans for tomorrow?”
He couldn’t imagine her sitting around the house and staring at the walls or the television.
She shook her head. “Not really. I could go back to work with Linc until I hear about the contest or find something else. In fact, I probably should.” But her pout told him how she felt about that.
He looked back at the road. “I have a better idea. Come to the office with me. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
She pivoted toward him. “Who?” she asked, excitement in her voice.
“My in-house designer, Natasha.” He had a feeling she and Chloe would get along, and maybe Natasha could help Chloe find direction.
“I’d love that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She shifted in the passenger seat. “Umm, there’s something else. I told my friend Amelia, the Realtor, to set up a couple of appointments for me to see the apartments I thought might be possibilities.”
He’d forgotten about her intention to move. More like he’d pushed it out of his head.
“I’ll go with you.” The least he could do was make sure she ended up in a good place, though he had a feeling her brother would be all over her choice.
“You really don’t have to do that,” she said of his offer.
“Well, I want to.” He gripped the wheel tighter in his hand.
She shrugged. “Okay then. I’ll keep you posted on the day and time.”
After that, they fell into silence until they reached his loft. The moment he stepped inside, awareness of their situation settled on his shoulders. He was living with the same woman he was currently sleeping with. Would she expect to be in his bed every night? Was that even what he wanted?
He’d enjoyed sleeping with her last night and waking up with her this morning, both solid reasons to make sure it didn’t become a habit. The biggest thing he needed to worry about tonight was not insulting Chloe when he went into his bedroom alone.
Beck was tense as he locked up and they headed down the hall to the bedrooms, and he paused at his door, prepared to let her down gently. But she made a left and stepped into her room.
“Beck?” she asked, turning in the doorway and facing him.
“Yes?” He waited for her to tell him she’d change and come in. Or wash up and meet him in his room.
“Thank you for tonight. I enjoyed meeting your family,” she said, treating him to a genuine smile. “Good night, Beck.”
Still smiling, or maybe it was more like a grin, she stepped back and shut her door, closing him and his arrogant assumptions out.
* * *
Chloe leaned against the door and breathed out a huge sigh, aware of Beck on the other side, probably shocked. From the moment they’d entered the loft, Beck had been obviously uptight. And since where she’d be sleeping tonight was on her mind, she’d taken one look at him and guessed it was on his, too.
Beck the businessman would hate how well she’d read him. He hadn’t wanted her in his bed and she knew why. He didn’t want to set a precedent that would let her get closer to him, even if it meant they’d have great sex if he gave in to desire and not his fears.
They’d both be sleeping alone tonight. She could only hope she’d made her point. Points, actually. She wasn’t clingy, she could take a hint, and she had her pride.
Once alone in his bed, maybe he’d realize he’d made a mistake. A girl could hope. With a sigh, she pushed herself off the door and headed to her bathroom to wash up and undress.
Chapter Nine
Beck woke up alone with morning wood and a bad attitude. He’d climbed into bed by himself, exactly the way he’d wanted it, but he wasn’t satisfied with the way things had ended last night with Chloe. And he had only himself to blame. He desired her and he didn’t want to let himself have her.