Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He obviously knew about the tea parties, but it seemed he approved since he’d helped us escape.
“Just being able to go is exciting and I’m hoping I get to see your room after the party?” That had him glancing over and frowning curiously at me. “I’ve kind of had a fantasy where I get to make out with you on your bed, so…yeah…I’d like to at least see your room.”
Ha.
Distraction complete.
The best part was that it was true, but the second-best thing about it was the way it had him shifting in his seat and adjusting himself. “Should I ask how long you’ve had that fantasy?”
“No.” I could feel my face heating up and wasn’t surprised when he chuckled and leaned over to give me a quick peck. “Let’s just say I liked that phase where you were always in those tight jeans.”
They’d been wonderfully obscene and I wasn’t sure how anyone had let him out of the house wearing them.
His grin grew more wicked. “Naughty boy. Were you looking at my cock?”
Bulge.
Ass.
Legs.
I groaned, leaning back and closing my eyes dramatically. “I was looking at everything.”
“You were an adorable little stalker.” He chuckled, giving me another kiss on the side of the head. “I love it.”
As I peeked my eyes open, his smirk was the first thing I saw and it showed he was thoroughly enjoying the direction our conversation had taken. “Does your mother know about those nosy tendencies?”
I hoped not.
“Let’s not bring that up.” Teenage years were awkward…questionable decisions were made. “If that stays hidden, I might be very grateful…”
Dragging out what that might mean, I leaned over and kissed him that time. “Very grateful.”
That smirk would’ve made me do very stupid things as a teenager…it was probably a good thing he hadn’t noticed me mooning over him as my mother called it.
“I’ll have to see how your gratitude plays out before I make any promises.” He looked like he was excited for my effort as he gave me another kiss, wrapping his hand around my neck that time to send shivers through me. “You have to stop trying to make me hard before we go in, though. My bedroom?”
I couldn’t help grinning as I thought about grinding against him and getting more kisses. “Tell me it’s got a big bed with satin sheets and looks a bit like a sports bar and a brothel had a baby.”
His laughter probably could’ve been heard all the way back at my house, but there was something about the cheeky look on his face that had me questioning why it was so funny. “Is that what your room looks like?”
Oh, please let it be what his room looked like.
“Come on.” Levi looked entirely too delighted with the whole conversation, making me wonder again what his room looked like. “You have to see how the table looks for tea party.”
The one at school was filled with warm colors and several blankets that made cuddling wonderful, even if we hadn’t spent a lot of time over there, but it was definitely giving laid-back grown-up vibes.
What had his mother done with this one?
“Does your room look like a sports bar and a brothel had a baby?” His answer was to grin even wider and unbuckle to climb out of the car. “Does it?”
Following him at a slower pace because I was wonderfully distracted, I hurried to catch up to him. “It can’t. That’s just. It would be.”
Sexy as hell.
Teenage me would’ve died.
“Tea party manners, Chipmunk.” Levi’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out for my hand. “That means no hollering about brothels.”
But was that what his room looked like?
Oh.
Glancing down at our hands, something clicked and I glared at him. “I’m your gossip.”
Yep.
He laughed, not even the least bit sorry. “Yep, and it’s good.”
He was ridiculous.
But I was good gossip.
“Macy might’ve already beaten you on that one.” She’d left the house before us because it was one of her half days. “Where does everyone park?”
The large circular driveway was empty except for Levi’s sedan.
Gesturing toward the side of the house, he shrugged. “There’s a secondary entrance that everyone else parks at. It’s really only used for big parties but it makes a good hiding spot.”
To keep tea party private.
Got it.
“You ready?” Squeezing my hand, he looked lighter as he glanced back at the house again. “I can’t wait for you to meet Gregory.”
“Me too.” Because as well as managing the house, Gregory seemed to be the person who’d actually raised Levi.
So in a sense, I was meeting his real family for the first time.
Yep, nothing to stress about here.
Chapter 23
Levi
“Oh, if anyone has the Crawfords on their invitation lists for the holidays, you need to watch out for seafood.” Heads tilted like no one had any idea what was coming but I knew at least a few of them must’ve heard about it. “It seems like Mr. Crawford keeps forgetting about how severe his wife’s allergy is and something he’s been eating is setting it off.”