Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Oh, look at this,” she whispers.
“What?” I kick out of my sneakers, roll my neck until it pops, and walk over to the side of the bed.
“The first video, the ten-second reel we shot at the facility yesterday morning while you were doing PT. The social media team for the Lonestars reposted it two hours ago.” I sit down on the opposite side of the bed. She lifts her body up, and we meet in the middle, or rather I’m more in her space than earlier with how we’re face to face, but our bodies are shoulder to shoulder. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla fills my lungs, making my jeans all the tighter.
On the screen is a video, a crisp high-definition shot of me pulling the heavy resistance bands. My chest is bare, my shoulders are straining, my jaw is clenched right as I turn to the camera with a dangerous smirk Jett had no problem getting out of me. And the kicker of all of this is the view count, the damn thing is sitting at over two million.
“Read the comments.” Jett has a subtle edge of victory in her voice as her thumb scrolls rapidly through the feed. My eyes scan the multitude of texts on the screen.
@Lonestars_fanforlife: Okay, wait… since when is Bouch this hot???
@PuckFanTX: Bro looks locked in and the shoulder looks good. Let’s gooo!
@Hockeylovergirl: Maybe I don’t hate this guy anymore. Penalty minutes, what are those?
@TXrinkgirlypop: Idk, he looks reformed, but how long until he’s back in the penalty box throwing fists? Walking red flags don’t change overnight.
I stare at the screen, watching the numbers climb when Jett refreshes the page. The sheer speed of how she works boggles my mind. People are actually buying it. Well, some of them are at least. There are others who aren’t so sure, well, I’ll have to prove them wrong. There’s nothing I love more than making people see they don’t know fuck all about fucking everything.
“See?” Jett turns her head, her face only inches from mine. “I told you. People don’t want a villain, Rowdy. They want a comeback story. They want the bad boy who puts in the work.” I look down at her—the soft curve of her lips, her dark eyes, and the fierce pride radiating off her small frame. She’s done this in less than forty-eight hours. She’s taken a nearly suspended enforcer and turned him into an athlete the Internet is going crazy about.
“Shit, Jett. You know what you’re doing, and you’re doing it really freaking well,” I rasp, my voice dropping into a deep, heavy cadence.
“I don’t fail my clients.”
“That I can see, sunshine.” For a long minute, neither of us moves. The hotel room is silent minus the faint hum of the air conditioner and our heavy breathing. My body thrums with the same restless want that’s been tearing me apart since the moment she walked into my life.
Jett looks at my mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, and my cock throbs against the front of my jeans. Shit, it would be so easy: my hand reaching out, one pull, and I could have my fingers tangled in her hair, and my mouth would be on hers.
“Right.” She catches her breath, blinking rapidly before snapping herself out of a trance. She pulls her phone back as she slides off her side of the bed and stands up. “I’m taking a shower first. Then I’m going to sleep for ten hours.”
“Go right ahead. I’ll order dinner and stretch my shoulder out.” I stand up and shove my damn hands in my pockets to keep them to myself. “Anything particular you want to eat?”
“I’m easy. There’s nothing in this city I haven’t tried with how much I’ve been here. Oh, there’s an Italian restaurant near Sterling Capital. If you order there, I eat practically anything. My wallet is in my backpack, or I can send you money, whichever is easiest.” She grabs her rolling suitcase, giving me one last lingering look over her shoulder before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door.
“Fuck, this is going to be a long trip,” I murmur when I hear the sound of rushing water. Which only makes my mind spin, wanting nothing more than to barge through the door, strip out of my clothes, and join her when she least expects it. Too bad that can’t happen, not yet at least. Jett has to make the first move, then all bets are off.
EIGHT
JETT
The first thing I register before my eyes open is the heat. It’s not the ambient warmth of a hotel duvet with the air conditioner pumping to keep you cocooned in bed. Nope, this is more along the lines of a furnace pressing against every single inch of the front of my body. My face is buried in something solid and warm that smells like cedar and bergamot. I have my left leg hooked lazily over a thick muscular thigh and my hand lying firmly against a broad, bare chest that’s rising and falling in a slow rhythm.