Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Finding out how much money they’re earning and how responsible they are with it is another unexpected sign of their maturity. I made so many assumptions about them when I met them, and they’ve proven me wrong in so many ways.
I love that they can be so playful, yet so committed to whatever it is they’re doing. They have a good time, but they also achieve their goals.
And they’ve apparently set a goal of having me in their life. They’re wooing me hard with this dinner.
Their talk of us having a future together is still a bit scary, but I think that has more to do with my past than with them. Just because I was burned by Brandon, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t trust someone when they show me they deserve that trust.
All those years ago, I put my faith in Brandon without even knowing him, but things are different with Cam and Wyatt. These men don’t have ulterior motives like Brandon did. They don’t seem to want anything from me, they just want to be with me. And they’re not only saying nice things, but showing me with their actions how much they care.
After the three of us share a decadent trio of miniature desserts, the men settle the bill and lead me back to the hotel lobby.
“Do you like to dance?” Cam asks, and I nod, though I haven’t been to a club since I was in college, and my recent dancing has been limited to the Hokey Pokey and shaking the sillies out with Jessie.
We take the elevator to the seventh floor, where there’s an open-air nightclub that’s already busy, even though it’s not very late.
Since I drank a good bit of wine with dinner, I decline their offer of a cocktail, and we head straight to the dance floor, where an upbeat number is playing. Cam and Wyatt get right into the groove, moving their bodies with the music, impressing me with yet another thing they’re good at. Though, after experiencing their moves in the bedroom, it should come as no surprise that they can dance well.
As one song fades into another, I notice a woman nearby watching Cam and Wyatt, and after a minute, she heads over to them, leaving her date behind at the bar.
“Wow, I can’t believe it’s you,” she yells to be heard over the music. “Can I get a picture with you guys?”
Cam gives her a smile as he pulls me closer, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Not right now. We’re on a date. Sorry.” He says it with such charm that the woman isn’t upset, and instead she gives me a look that says, “Aren’t you lucky?” before she retreats.
“I wouldn’t have minded if you took a quick picture,” I tell them, and it’s mostly true. Their fans make me a little bit jealous, but the men have been so reassuring, that I’m not really worried about what other women want from them.
“I normally don’t mind either, but now isn’t the time,” Cam says, giving me a quick kiss before pulling my hips close and swaying with me.
The men take turns dancing with me, the three of us enjoying our own little corner of the floor. As the songs go by, things get hotter—not just from working up a sweat, but also from our moves getting closer and closer.
They keep things just on the clean side of dirty dancing, but their hands stray all over my body, and watching them move the way they do makes me wish we were back at their house. I love the dressy clothes they’re wearing tonight, but I also want to see them take those clothes off.
When Wyatt, who’s behind me, presses his hips against my backside and I feel that he’s growing hard, I reach over my shoulder to grab his collar.
“Maybe we should leave soon,” I tell him.
His lips play at the back of my shoulder. “I’m ready when you are.”
He and Cam exchange a look, and then they’re each taking one of my hands and leading me toward the door.
We return to the lobby and cross to a different bank of elevators where, instead of lighting up the button for the underground parking garage, Wyatt presses a higher floor.
“Where are we going?”
“Up to a suite. It’s too early for the night to be over,” he says.
The yearning inside me feels like it’s been stirred with a hot fire poker, all the embers swirling around, starting to spark. But even during this dream date, I can’t forget reality.
“I can’t stay the night. I need to be home for Jessie.”
“Of course,” Cam says. “We’ll take you home whenever you need to go.”
“Do you want to check in with Marissa?” Wyatt asks. “Make sure everything’s okay?”
I do, and immediately get a big thumbs-up emoji from my friend along with a message not to hurry home.