 |
 |
|
|
[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] going to be taken up by the wedding more and more, and then she would be flying home two days afterward. She wasn t going to have much more time to spend with Rob. And she wanted to. She really did. But she just didn t know how he felt about her. He held her hand, and he kissed her . . . and that was it. Didn t he want more? She did. I don t understand why we don t want to take things up a notch, Gretchen said. What s wrong with taking things to the next level? I love sex. Ignore my sister, Audrey said in a placating voice. You don t have to sleep with a guy to have a relationship move forward. Like you would know, Miss Oh-oops-I m-full-of-your-baby-batter-and-we-forgot-a-condom, Gretchen retorted. Audrey blushed, her face turning red from her ears to her hairline. One time. One time! This is crazy, Violet said, But have you tried actually telling this man that you like him and want to take things a step further? Because I find that grabbing a guy by the collar and telling him how you feel works wonders. You will never do anything in this world without courage, Brontë chimed in. Aristotle. I knew she had one of those in her, Gretchen said. She always does, Audrey said fondly. This was as bad as asking Edna and Agnes for advice. Thanks, ladies, Marjorie said politely. You ve given me a lot to think on. Maylee beamed at her from the far end of the table. When in doubt, blow jobs. A chorus of snickers and giggles arose from the table, and Marjorie felt like the only one not in on the joke. She wasn t going to just grab Rob and give him a blow job . . . Was she? That seemed awfully like fourth base. Maybe three point five. She just wanted to see what two was like. Maybe three. Okay, she probably wanted to see three first. Chapter Sixteen Things were going pretty fucking good with Marjorie, Rob thought as he gazed at her from across the dinner table. She was animated as she told him another tale about another dress fitting and how she d gotten her dress and it was almost half a foot too short. The bride had panicked and burst into tears, another bridesmaid had yelled at the seamstress, and someone else had gained weight and burst through her dress. Marjorie s expression was a mixture of amusement and sympathy for the stressed bride, but he had to admit that he wasn t listening to the story half as much as he was watching her movements. The way that she brushed her hair off her shoulders when she got animated. The way her eyes lit up when she talked about her friends. The graceful curve of her neck. Hell, he was even fascinated with the way her throat moved when she swallowed her drink. He d never been this bad over a woman before. Never. What was fucking ironic was that he was okay with her being a virgin. He knew it going in, and he d figured that he d wine and dine her, seduce her into giving up her V-card, and then forget all about her. But the more time he spent with Marjorie . . . the more it didn t matter. Having her comfortable with him, seeing her laugh and her animated smiles was worth so much more than pushing her to have sex just so he could get his rocks off. Not that his rocks didn t want to get off. They did. It was just that . . . Marjorie was more important. He could wait a month or two, or three. However long it took for her to be ready. Marjorie was his. He knew her time here at the resort was growing limited, and he was working on a plan to see her again after the resort. He just had to figure out a way to bring up who he was and what he did for a living. It still amazed Rob that they d known each other for a week and she hadn t once googled him to find information out about him. She . . . trusted him. And that was both humbling and terrifying. And it made him even more determined not to fuck things up by being his usual self. Rob? Are you listening? Her brilliant smile faltered slightly. I am, he lied, and then took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. I was just a bit distracted watching you. Her cheeks pinked in that adorable way. Watching me? It s my favorite pastime. I fucking love watching you. She rolled her eyes at him, but she smiled. So . . . when is the wedding? he asked. Has to be soon, right? After all, his crew had already filmed two episodes worth of footage for Tits or GTFO in this week, and it hadn t flushed Logan Hawkings out of hiding just yet. Rob was running out of opportunities. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |