Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
I smirk and nod and turn my back on him, and he leaves the room.
I smile to myself and wash my legs. I wonder what the night will bring. No sex, this should be interesting.
CHAPTER 17
Natasha
Shit, now I have done it. I feel like a mother who is punishing a child and then wants to renege on the punishment. How am I supposed to sleep with that beautiful man all night and not have sex? Who am I kidding? Once again, this isn’t punishment for him. I’m punishing my stupid self. I take my time finishing up and drying myself and I leave the bathroom with a towel around my chest. I walk back into the kitchen and flick on the jug. Joshua’s eyes follow me across the room. He throws his arm across the back of the lounge and ticks his jaw and cracks his neck as his eyes drop down my body. I swallow a golf ball-size lump in my throat.
I remind myself, short-term pain…long-term gain. Short term-pain…Long-term gain. What a stupid saying, who thinks up this shit? Probably some superhero workout idiot at 5 am in the morning. I’m in short-term pain alright, my ovaries are about to escape my body and crash tackle him on the lounge. I shake my head and continue to make my tea.
“Do you want another?” I ask, without lifting my eyes from my teacup.
He shakes his head again. “No, thanks.” He bites his bottom lip and continues to watch the television. How odd, so he wants to stay but has said no sex and now he is watching television and is seemingly disinterested in talking to me. What’s my plan of attack? Hmm, ok, get dressed.
I walk back into the bedroom and start ratting through my pajamas drawer looking for a matching pair. Honestly, why am I such a dag? I really should own a decent pair of matching sexy pajamas at my age. After much deliberation I decide on a white cotton nightgown. It’s either that or mismatched boy-leg shorts and a crop top…and they just don’t cut it in this I need to be sexy without trying environment.
Mum bought this nightie a couple of years ago and in all honesty, I have worn it a total of five times. It has a low round neck with shoestring straps and little white flowers embroidered around the bodice area. It is crisp white cotton and hangs just below my knees. Mental note to self, tomorrow buy some decent leisure wear. I spend a fortune on going out clothes, shoes and work clothes but I never buy anything to lounge around in…very stupid in this kind of situation. I pull my hair messily into a low knot bun and walk tentatively back into the lounge area.
Joshua’s eyes snap straight to me and his eyes scan hungrily down my body. He cracks his neck gently as if trying not to. I smile on the inside. Bingo.
“What are we watching?” I ask as I sink onto the lounge.
He shrugs. “Not sure actually,” he says softly.
I pick up my tea and take a sip as my eyes linger on the beautiful man sprawled out on my lounge. He’s wearing light blue super faded fitted jeans and a navy-blue V-neck t-shirt. His muscular forearms, that are raised above his head, are screaming at me at a deafening pitch and those bloody triceps … the mind boggles.
His eyes lock on mine. “Where do you want me to sleep?”
I swallow nervously and I shrug. “Where do you want to sleep?” I ask quietly.
“With you,” he replies gently.
Oh God, me too. I smile. “Ok, but I am not being your booty call remember.” I raise a brow.
He smiles. “Maybe I can be yours.” His eyes penetrate mine and he’s giving me that come fuck me look he does so well.
I bite my lip to stifle my smile. Yes, that’s exactly what I want, Joshua Stanton as my booty call. Be strong, Natasha, you can do this.
“Shall we go to bed then?” I ask nervously.
He smirks. “No, if I go to bed with you now, your feet are going to be around my ears in about seven minutes flat, especially in that little purity number you have going on.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes drop down my body.
I smile again as I visualize him on top of me, my feet around his ears. Shit. I need sex.
I nod and walk into my bedroom and retrieve the quilt from my bed and two pillows. I walk out and put them onto the lounge next to him.
“We will watch television out here for a while then,” I smile.
He frowns at me as I spread the quilt out and put the pillows up one end. I pull the covers back.