Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
A smile splits my face. “You can believe whatever you like about my work. But there’s only one way to describe this friction between us.”
“There is no us!” she’s quick to snap, and the woman next to her shushes her. Red streaks her cheeks.
I shake my head at her disapprovingly, trying not to laugh. It only infuriates her further. “Okay, then it’s my hand and your sweet little pussy. That’s all there is to tell.” I lift my hands defensively.
She places the tablet down. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m serious, don’t you dare tell a soul.”
I arrogantly shrug. “Who would listen to me anyway? I’m… irritating and exhausting, wasn’t it?”
“And self-important,” she adds.
“And good with my fingers,” I remind her as I blow her a kiss and then face forward in my seat again. I can feel the heat of her anger radiating behind me as I curve a smile and kick back, feeling much more refreshed.
Pissing people off is my specialty but I very much feel like I’ve found a new toy to torment.
CHAPTER 6
Alina
Itry my damn hardest to not look back over my shoulder at him even though I know he’s walking behind me and I can feel his gaze on my ass. I bet my next hundred dollars that he’s smirking.
Unable to help myself, I take a deep breath and glance back to find exactly what I thought I would: him staring at my ass, smirking. He doesn’t catch me looking, so I quickly turn away. I want to wipe away my own smile. Yes, he’s attractive and it’s flattering having someone that hot appreciate my ass. It’s a confidence boost, but it’s just a shame that the guy’s a complete asshole.
I feel revitalized when the breeze hits my face as we step out of the airport. It’s been over a year since I last visited home soil, and, to be honest, I didn’t think I’d come back this soon, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Mr. Blue Eyes comes to a stop beside me. I try to take another calming breath as he checks his wristwatch.
“Lift?” he asks as a black car pulls up to the curb. The driver steps out and greets him, and begins grabbing his bags.
“No, thank you.” I pull out my phone to order an Uber. “Even if it was the last cab available, I’d rather walk.”
“Come on, milady, I don’t bite—that hard.” He winks, and I immediately point to the hickey that says otherwise. He chuckles as he encroaches on my space. I freeze as he lifts a piece of my hair, and heat flushes over the spot where he branded me. “We could play again.”
I place my hand on his chest and smile as I push him away. “Play with yourself. Remember how magical your fingers are?” I say, stepping back and waving with all five fingers before turning and flicking him the bird.
I don’t look back, because if I did, he’d notice me smiling. And he can’t know that anything he says or does makes me smile.
I’m afraid it would just encourage his bad behavior.
I’m biting my bottom lip as I think about what we got up to in the bathroom. Though it was rather thrilling, it can’t happen again. And it won’t because, luckily for me, I won’t ever see this fucker again.
As soon as I’m in the back of my Uber, I call my mother to let her know I’ve landed. My mother raised me as a single parent, and she has supported everything I do, so I try to call her every day. She asks me if I plan to visit her while I’m back in the States, but I’m not sure what my schedule will be like yet, so I don’t make any promises. I won’t know unless I definitely get this contract, but I’m hopeful that if they are willing to buy me business-class flights, that they can put their money where their mouth is. I mean, surely, they wouldn’t spend that type of money just to turn me down, right?
My mother also isn’t the biggest fan of flying, and I haven’t been able to afford to fly her business class. I feel that’s the only way I’m going to get her on the plane, not because she’s fancy, just for the sole fact that she can freak out in her own cubicle.
“So, have you met any men yet? You can’t stay single forever, Alina,” she says. She’s always telling me I shouldn’t be single now that I’m at a different stage in my life. She thinks I should be considering marriage and children more seriously. Though I’m not sure if that’s entirely something I want anymore. Years ago, I thought I found the love of my life, but it got messy to say the least. Since then, I’ve discovered how much I enjoy my own company. And besides having a few flings to meet my needs, I don’t know if I want anything past that.