Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
I should be embarrassed, but instead, I just feel aroused. Gray looked so handsome in his suit today at work. I couldn’t help but stare at his wide shoulders and the long length of his legs when I walked in. The suit would have looked even better on his office floor, but that would be unprofessional. Not to mention, he’s my dad’s best friend! Uck, what am I thinking?
But something in me is calling to him, and I want to be here. It took me two hours to figure out what to wear, and I ended up going with something casual. My denim skirt is cute but relatively modest, and I tucked a plain white tee into the waistband. Sneakers finish the outfit, and I raise my hand to knock. The sunset makes his big metal doorknocker glow, but when I reach for it, the door opens.
My breath catches in my throat. The evening glow makes his blue eyes smolder, and his black button down is rolled up to show strong forearms covered with a light dusting of dark hair. He’s changed into casual clothes too, and his jeans hang over lean hips, showing off a fine male ass. Damn, Uncle Gray is so sexy, yet why haven’t I said a word? I force myself to stop blinking like an idiot, and speak. A timid, “Hi,” floats out of my mouth.
“Come in, Harlow,” he says in a smooth voice, holding the door for me. I swear, there’s a devilish sparkle in his eye. “Join me in the kitchen.”
He leads me to the barstools at the kitchen counter, but I look around his house on our way there. Me and my dad live in luxury, but Gray takes it to another level. The marble floors are ivory perfection, and the cream-colored walls have paintings I recognize from my art history class. I’ve been here before, but never like this. I was always his friend’s bratty daughter in the past, but now the air between us is different. Everything’s different.
He opens his fridge before pausing.
“Can I get you a drink? You are legal, aren’t you?”
I laugh, although it sounds more like a wheeze.
“Yes, Uncle Gray. I’m legal. In fact, I’ve been legal for a few months now because I turned twenty-one in January.”
He nods and grins.
“Good because you know our kombucha has a tiny bit of alcohol in it. Nothing that will get you drunk, but just to be sure. I would hate to have your dad wringing my throat when he finds out. What flavor would you like?”
“Oh!” I blush. “Um, Pineapple Upside Down Dog would be nice. I really like the combo of pineapple and coconut.”
He grins.
“Coming right up.” Then he hands me a yellow bottle before grabbing a bottle of Ginger Bliss for himself. I crack open my drink and take a sip of the fruity, fizzy liquid before starting.
“So Uncle Gray, about this morning.”
But he cuts me off.
“Sweetheart, I was just as surprised as you to see you on screen, away from your desk.”
I flush hotly.
“Yes but I wasn’t given any instructions, or even anything to do! Karen walked me to my desk and then left me there like I was a rotting piece of garbage. So I decided to wander around a bit. I mean, I don’t think I was doing what I should have been doing, but I hadn’t been given any assignments either. Plus, I’ve only gotten one email so far, and that was from your secretary.”
“Stop,” he says with a smooth smile. “Your video was actually the highlight of my morning. But I have to ask, honey: why did you do it?”
I blush. Oh my god, did he really just say that? My nipples tighten, and I stare down at the counter, feeling hot all over.
“I got bored, that’s all.”
His eyebrows raise.
“So, that’s what you do when you’re bored?” he teases. “At work, no less?”
I flush hotly, and I swear, sweat is beginning to pour from my armpits. Oh my god.
“Maybe I should go,” I mutter. “This isn’t working out.”
“No, you should stay,” he says firmly.
My head snaps up to look at him.
“But why?”
He changes the topic for a moment.
“What did you mean when you said Karen was rude to you this morning?”
“Oh, that,” I shrug, biting my lip. “She said some lame things about me being the boss’ daughter, but honestly, it’s no big deal. I’m already over it.”
His eyes shift from mild amusement to something more dangerous. “I’ll speak to her.”
“Please don’t. I didn’t mean to complain –”
He holds up a hand.
“She needs to know she is not to be rude to anyone, Harlow. This isn’t only in reference to you, but also her other co-workers, clients, and even superiors. I do not tolerate rudeness at my company.”
“Well,” my voice softens. “That’s a good thing, then. I guess.”