Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“She decided to bow out of this event.”
“Oh, no, that sucks. I love chatting with her. She certainly knows how to keep me talking.” Danielle’s gaze went to Sandy. Her smile never slipped once. “Good evening to you both.”
“My manners. I’m being rude. Dani, I’d like you to meet Sandy. She’s a model, and there is Brice Ivory.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Danielle shook both of their hands. “I saw your latest perfume commercial. You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Sandy said.
Brice didn’t like how awkward his date was being. Danielle didn’t seem to mind.
Shaking her hand, he felt something travel up his arm. He didn’t want to let her go, but the moment she gave her hand a little tug, he didn’t have much choice.
He watched as she made her excuses and was once again walking away. The red dress she wore molded to the curves of her body.
“She thinks she’s so special,” Sandy said. She grabbed his arm.
“She doesn’t think she’s special at all,” Brice said, watching her.
Sandy growled, pulling away from him. He didn’t mind as she walked away to go and join another group of gentlemen. Brice was in no doubt that his relationship with Sandy would be coming to an end very soon.
“I see that look in your eye,” Howard said, chuckling.
“Just out of curiosity, does little miss cook have a boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Single?”
“Yep.”
“Good.”
Howard laughed. “I’d be careful there. She may not have a boyfriend, but she’s not known for dating. She’s a workaholic, Brice. Something you should both be very much aware of.” Howard slapped him on the back. “I’m going to go and donate a good chunk of my money this month. Have fun staring. You don’t look crazy at all.”
Brice stood alone, drinking champagne. They’d already done the necessary speeches as to why this was important. All he had to do was donate and that would see his part completed and he could leave.
Sandy’s laughter grated on his nerves. They were not an exclusive item. She liked to make it abundantly clear to him that she was not just for him. There were more sharks in the sea, and she intended to taste them all.
Well, she could start now.
Finishing off his drink, he put the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter and made his way toward the donations box. He arrived as Danielle did.
She offered him a beaming smile, and he noticed she had her checkbook ready. “It was an amazing turnout this year.”
“You were here last year?”
“Yes. My parents love for me to be the face of their donations as well. They donate before the event, and I show up and donate myself.” She offered him a smile.
“We’ve never met before.”
“I know, but we have now. It’s a pleasure.” She leaned forward, and the dress she wore wasn’t modest at all. He wondered if she even realized that the curves of her tits were on full display for him to see?
His cock began to get hard as he watched her. He’d never had this instant reaction to a woman before.
She finished her check, tore it out, and placed it in the donations box. With another smile, she turned on her heel and left. She didn’t join the party, however. She headed outside.
Quickly writing out a check and not thinking of an amount, he followed her. She stood waiting for her car, but his was already there as he’d called the valet ahead of time to be ready.
“Are you waiting for your car?” he asked.
“Oh, no, I’m waiting for a cab. I don’t drive.”
“Would you like a ride?” he asked.
“That’s fine. Honestly, I don’t mind waiting.”
“I am more than happy to drive you wherever you need to go. It’s cold out, and I’d hate for you to catch a cold.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Where’s your date?”
“I didn’t say she was my date.”
“She was hanging off your arm. How can she not be your date?”
“We’re not close, and she knows the score.” He’d never had to explain his actions before, so this was entirely new to him. The smile she’d worn all night had slipped from her lips. He missed it the moment it was gone.
****
Brice Ivory may not know her, but Danielle knew him. His reputation preceded him. Her parents talked about him often. They admired his corporation, his work ethic, and had often embarked on a few projects together in the name of technology.
Of course, during most of those parties, she’d been absent as she had her own life and her own work.
Even though she was a successful businesswoman in her own right, her parents still didn’t like how she lived her life.
She didn’t have to depend on them for anything, and of course, they didn’t like it. She was independent, making all of her decisions for herself.
The engagement they’d tried to force her into had failed miserably.