Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Seriously, touch me again, and I’ll shove this fucking heel up your ass.”
I turn to see Fredrick is fighting to keep a hold of her bicep and failing miserably. The stressed look on his face tells me she just put him in his place.
“Damien, I’m sorry. She’s got a mouth on her. The girl just pushed past me and—”
“It’s fine. You can go.” Stepping away from the window, I walk to my guest, staring her down, getting satisfaction from knowing I make her uncomfortable. The way her skin prickles instantly delights me. I place myself too close to her and take her in. The dress fits her like a glove. I knew the sizing would be perfect for her. I have no shame taking an eyeful of her breasts and how perfectly they fill in the front. I itch to lift my open palms and squeeze them in my hands. The way the dress slits in the front leaves her legs nearly bare. I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing the back, but then she turns, offering Fredrick her death stare, and I take in the exposed flesh, so open and ready for me.
The image of my tongue licking down her bare skin has my pants tightening and my hand fighting not to grab her and rip the dress right from her body. But in all the visual indulgence, I haven’t even gotten to the best part of her: her lips. As instructed, her lips, plump and tempting, are painted red.
She spins back to face me, her chest rising and falling in short breaths. “I’m not late. Your club is overpacked. You should really fire your door guy. He’s allowing too many people to enter.”
She whisks a loose strand of hair out of her face. It’s obvious she spent some time on it, her wide curls falling down her back.
“Ms. Jensen, I said nine o’clock. It’s three past.” I lift my watch, as if I could care less right now about the time. A normal attribute I wouldn’t allow, but just seeing the stress on her face pleases me all too much.
“Yeah…well, again, your club. It’s overpacked. Don’t you have capacity laws? Not to mention, how do you even make money on booze? Those people can’t even make it to the bar to order.”
She has my brows rising again at her willful remark. “I didn’t know I invited you back to diagnose my company.”
Her slim shoulders lift in a shrug, then jump at the sound of the door shutting. Her eyes find mine again as realization that it’s just her and I in my office dawns. “Uh, yeah well…” She looks around, trying to find something else to keep her eyes on—anything but the lion in the den.
“We’re wasting time. Unless you have anything else you’d like to critique, I say we get started.” I begin moving toward her, and she stiffens immediately when I walk past and head to my desk. Bending down, I grab the keys to the private hallway. I turn back and her color has paled some. A bit of annoyance hits me as I address her. “Is something wrong, Ms. Jensen? You look ill.”
Her eyes are glued to my key ring, each jingle echoing into the room, causing her body to jerk. “Yes—no…I mean, yes. I’m—I’m nervous.” Clearly. The poor girl looks like she’s about to faint.
Walking up to her, more like a slow prowl, I fight the twitch of my growing smile. I should help her feel less scared of me. I do, in fact, want her to enjoy some of this. But I enjoy her fear more. I can smell it radiating off her. It’s not terror, though. She’s not afraid of me. It’s fear of the unknown. If I touch her right now, she won’t fight me, but her body will pulsate under my touch with unknown anticipation of what’s to come.
“Wha-What are you doing?” Her voice vibrates with nerves. I’m in her personal space, lifting my hand to her mouth. My thumb brushes across her bottom lip. I refrain from telling her what I really want to be doing—pushing her to her knees and filling her mouth with my cock. If she wasn’t so on edge, I wouldn’t think twice about making it happen. My thumb presses down on her lip, forcing her mouth to part. God, why am I torturing myself? Because the reward is worth the tease.
“I’m doing whatever it is I please, Ms. Jensen.”
“It’s just Jensen,” she corrects me. “And what exactly is it you’re going to do to me? The internet really has a lot to say about this sorta stuff.”
This girl. My brows lift for a third time. It’s rare someone intrigues me as much as she has in such a short time. “And what is it you think is in store, Jensen?”