Page 56 of Untamed

Right, right, we’ve been, uh… working on that.

I shiver.

The more I talk with him, the more we get to know each other, and the more I really do believe he’s legit.

“Your followers are getting impatient, you know.” I twirl my hair around my finger. They’re so eager for an update fromhim they’ve been messagingmenonstop. “Are you going to post anything else?”

“I do have that video I could post…”

My cheeks heat as I remember being strewn over his lap, that massive palm of his across my ass. “Don’t you dare!”

I’m unprepared for how his low, dark chuckle doesdeliciousthings to me.

“No one would know it was you.”

“Iwould!”

“Listen, let them talk. You’re the only one whose attention I wanted.”

I swallow hard. “And now you have it?”

I hear him sigh on the other end of the line. “I do, but not in the way I want.”

“I told you,” I say in a whisper. “I’m not ready to go to your place yet.”

Maybe I’m scared of what will happen if I do. But this weekend, we’re heading to New York, and we’ll share a room…

“I respect that.” Three little words that somehow ease my worry. I wish more men got it.

“I’ve got a job to do,” he says cryptically. “Check in before you go to bed?”

“Yes, sir,” I say teasingly, just to hear the approving growl on the other end of the phone.

I can tell how hard he’s working at holding himself back from absolutely smothering me. It’s hard for me to know what part of the book boyfriend fantasy would actually be nice in real life.

So far, I’ve got a checklist.

Pinned up against the wall and kissed?

Five stars. Waybetter than anything my mind’s conjured up.

Trapped against the wall, so close his breath warms your neck. His voice drops to that low, commanding tone, his hands hovering just shy of your hips, letting you decide if he can touch?

Get me a fire extinguisher.

The inescapable stare, his eyes on youeverywhere.Realizing he’s memorizing every detail about your day, down to where you get your coffee?

Uhm…

Letting himself into your home to leave a “thoughtful gift?”

Red flag!

My phone buzzes with a message. For a second, I fear that it’s Shawn. I want to block him, but I’m afraid if I do, I might miss something crucial, and I need to be vigilant. Thankfully, it’s just my book bestie.

Bookbabe

Hey, girl. Where’ve you been? Have you been in touch with Bratvaboy?

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