Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Don’t lie, woman. You’re terrible at it and I’m only going to make your ass redder. So, let’s get going before I fuck you on the hood of the car, so everyone knows you’re taken.” She stands with his assistance and then he slides her cute jacket on, even zippering it for her.
“Maybe you should stay away from King. Men like him are pure animals. They have this brooding exterior and poof… they let it out, and bam, you’re naked, married, pregnant, and orgasming every damn hour.” She rolls her eyes as he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the apartment like she can’t walk on her own two feet. I’m sure it’s because he wants to touch her all over. He’s equally obsessed as she is.
“Have fun,” I call out as they leave my apartment. Locking the door behind them, I let out a sigh.
Leaning against it, I think about my boss, Wyatt King. If he only saw me as more than an employee I’d be in heaven because the man does something to my body with just the sound of his voice, but that’s all fantasy.
He literally growls at me on a daily basis while he gives me orders. Most of his commands come out as barks before he heads into his office. The rest of the day, he sends me emails, and yet I can’t wait to see him again.
An hour after they left, and I was chilling with my kitty, Petra shoots me a text.
Petra: Shit. I can’t find my Valentine’s Day card. Did I leave it at your place?
I go around and look, spotting it under the sofa where she hid it before Jack came into the room to bring us something to drink.
Me: I have it. I’ll drop it off after work tomorrow.
Petra: Awesome. Love you!
Me: Love you too.
****
“Meow,” Harry Pawter purrs, rubbing his body across my face, waking me up. I turn my head and groan, pushing him off me before he finds a way to get comfortable on my chest.
He meows again, nudging his head against my elbow.
I grumble and lazily sit up as I rub my eyes. “It’s too early, kitty.” I grab my phone and check the time. Oh my goodness. It’s not too early. I missed my alarm, and I’m going to be late if I don’t move my ass. Tossing off the covers, I hit the ground running. I stuff everything into my bag, including her card because I know I can’t forget that since I promised, and she’d do anything for me. She wants to have it for tomorrow morning when he wakes up of course.
It’s only five fifty in the morning, but my boss gets to the office by seven which means I need to be there before he does. “Shit. Shit, shit.” I slip on my favorite gray skirt with my white blouse and matching gray suit jacket and heels. I know it’s only forty today in Chicago which is technically warm for this time of year, so I grab my peacoat and slip it on, so I don’t completely freeze from my apartment to my car.
Goodness. I’m so grateful for Jack fixing my sink. The pipes were partially frozen with the freeze we had the day before and one busted. Thankfully it was one that was just under the sink and not one that could lead to massive flooding.
When I get into my car it’s freaking cold, and I wish I had warmed it up first, but I don’t live in the best neighborhood. Besides, I read it’s better for the engine to just drive instead of idling. Still, I keep the heater off until I’m sure the car is warm. I don’t care how early it is, I turn up the radio because I need some music on to wake myself up. It’s better than coffee sometimes.
I arrive at the building at six-thirty and breathe a sigh of relief, hoping I don’t have a speeding ticket waiting in the mail next week after flying down the highways like a mad woman. I wave to the security guard, not even waiting for a greeting because I don’t want Mr. King to see me just getting in.
I rush through the elevators and through the doors only to slam into my boss, carrying a bouquet of roses sending our things flying. “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry,” I mutter as he catches me from falling on my ass. For the first time he has his hands on me. My body firmly pressed against his even through our layers of clothes.
“Be careful, Ms. Pernetti,” he growls. The man growls a lot, but that’s to be expected. He is after all the grumpiest bastard in town and that’s hard to do considering we live in a fucking metropolis of millions of people.