Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He walks away to the kitchen while I stare at his back, struck dumb by his words. I can’t help but think he might have been totally serious when he told me he wanted me…as his. Not just for a night but forever. But that’s insane, isn’t it?
You want him too, the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. I groan, pushing my hair out of my face as I log out of the computer and stand. I do. I really do.
It would be so easy to give in, to let him in, to give myself to him. But what happens when he realizes that I’m not everything he wants? That I’m just a twenty-one-year-old nobody from out of town and he’s a super successful CEO who’s got his shit together and can have literally any woman he wants.
Oh, and he’s nearly forty. Seventeen years older than me. Fuck, this is a mess. I’m a mess.
And yet, none of the obstacles I’ve listed make my heart want him any less.
The delivery guy arrives, breaking up my chaotic thoughts, and I thank him, mouth-watering as I take the warm bag. The smell of the tacos is heavenly. It’ll be worth the pain of close confines with Sean for the food at least.
He’s waiting at the table in the office kitchen when I enter. There’s a few others in the room, and they greet me happily when I put the bag down and Sean unpacks the food. There’s so much of it, my eyes grow wide. When he sees my questioning stare, he only shrugs. “I didn’t know which was your favorite.”
“But this must have been so expensive,” I argue, even as I slide a container towards me. I moan as I take my first bite, the taste even better than I imagined. Is it considered acceptable to eat tacos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? I’m sure I can live off these. They’re so damn good.
Sean smiles, shaking his head a little. “I’d pay millions to make you as happy as you are with that taco,” he jokes, or at least I think he’s joking. When I peek up at him, though, he looks deadly serious. I swallow quickly, thankful when he scoops up a nacho and begins eating too.
He chats to the other employees for a while until their breaks are up and they take cups of coffee and tea back to their desks. Given that I didn’t take my break until halfway through the hour and Sean’s the boss so can take whatever break he wants, their absence leaves us alone in the kitchen. Suddenly, the spacious room feels much too small. Finished with my food, I start tidying up the boxes just to distract myself.
“Thank you for the food,” I tell Sean over my shoulder. I rummage around in the fridge, well-stocked with water and cans of soda for employee use, grabbing one at random. My mouth feels very dry all of a sudden. I drink three large gulps, feeling his presence at my back like my brain’s attuned to his every move.
I turn slowly, facing him. He’s tidied up the last of our lunch, and now, he’s standing right in front of me. The small of my back presses against the counter. For a moment, we just stare at each other, my breath stuck in my throat, his gaze trained on me.
“I should get back to work.” My teeth scrape my bottom lip.
“You have twenty minutes left on your break,” he counters, stepping towards me.
“I know,” I whisper, but he’s so close that I know he can hear every word. God, he can probably hear how fast my heart is beating too. “But I don’t trust myself to be here…alone…with you.”
“Why’s that?” he asks, his gaze dropping to my mouth as he says it. I shiver.
“You know why, Sean.”
8
SEAN
I pause in my prowl towards Savannah, satisfaction rolling through me. She wants me, and more than that, she’s admitting she wants me. The mixture of relief and need that her admission sends rushing through me makes my head foggy with desire.
Her expression falls a little as I step backward, moving away from her. I walk faster, never wanting to be the one to cause even a second of sadness to grace her beautiful face. When I reach the door, her lips part in silent surprise. Because I’m not leaving, far fucking from it.
The lock snicks closed, the sound loud in the quiet kitchen, shutting the rest of the office out.
“Explain that for me, sweetness,” I urge as I stalk towards her with long strides, eating up the distance between us. “Why is it that you can't trust yourself to be alone with your boss?”
Her face is flushed and her breaths are uneven, and fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. I fist my hands at my side to stop myself from reaching for her. I need her to say it first. I need permission.