Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
McKenna was silent for a moment before responding. “I appreciate that, but if Grandpa trusted you enough to give you my number, then I’m not worried that you’re some kind of serial killer.”
I chuckled again and shook my head, astonished by my physical and mental reactions to her.
She suggested a coffee shop in Thousand Oaks, and we agreed to meet tomorrow at ten in the morning.
After I hung up, I called my friend Jonah Carrington—the owner of the security company that handled all of my offices and properties—and had him run a thorough background check on McKenna. I always liked to know everything I could about anyone I did business with. It usually gave me a leg up in negotiations.
An hour later, Jonah sent me a text informing me that he was sending the file via encrypted email. I was back at my office, buried in work, so I didn’t look at it until late that night. I’d come home to my Malibu beach house—where I lived when I was working in LA—and worked for a few more hours. It was nearing eleven when I finally printed out the file from Jonah and stuck the papers in a folder. Then I went into the kitchen to grab a beer before wandering into my living room. I slid open one of the three sets of glass doors that looked out over my white-washed deck with steps leading right down to a private beach.
There were several seating areas with comfy chairs and couches, as well as a firepit and hot tub. I took a seat on one of the couches and stretched out my legs, propping them on an ottoman and resting the file on my lap.
The crashing waves were my favorite background noise, and I took a deep breath of the salty sea air as I popped the cap on my bottle. I tipped it to my lips and took a few swallows before setting it on the little table beside me and opening the file.
I wasn’t surprised to learn that she didn’t live off her grandfather’s money. The way Corbin had talked about her mother and the respect in his voice when he mentioned McKenna made it obvious she was nothing like her parents.
She was twenty-one, had a degree in art history, and made her living as an artist. She was successful enough to have her own studio and gallery, which she lived above on Thousand Oaks Boulevard, the main street running through the downtown area. She also taught art classes to inner city kids once a week. The more I read about her, the more intrigued I became.
Then I picked up a stack of photos, and all the air rushed out of my lungs.
Holy fucking shit.
The first picture was her driver’s license photo, and no one looked good in those. Except this woman was clearly an exception to the rule. She was a complete knockout with dark-blond hair, big brown eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes, and a mouth that would make any living breathing male picture it wrapped around their cock.
I shifted in my seat, needing to find a more comfortable position now that my dick was hard as fuck.
My eyes fell to her plush lips again, and there was only a slight curve, but I could see the beginnings of dimples in her cheeks. I wanted to see her full smile and was more than curious about the rest of her, so I uncovered the next photo.
I owed Jonah big fucking time for being this thorough. I knew he would only dive this deep for certain clients…considering a lot of this information had probably been obtained illegally.
The second photo of McKenna was obviously taken without her knowledge. She was standing on the beach with her hands on her hips and her head thrown back in laughter. It was a profile shot, so I didn’t have a clear view of her face. But my breath caught in my throat when I ran my gaze over her full body in a bright orange bikini. It covered more than most women chose to on the beach these days, and while I wasn’t happy that anyone else was seeing so much of my girl’s body—
What in the ever-loving fuck, Bardot? I silently shouted at myself. I was looking at a fucking picture…and I had no desire to claim a woman.
Feeling doubt creeping in, I shook it off and went back to studying the picture. McKenna’s body was toned and athletic, but her tits and tight, round ass would fit perfectly in my hands. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, showing off the elegant slope of her neck, and her legs looked miles long. I had to admit…whether I was interested in a relationship or not, I would love to feel those legs wrapped around me while I fucked her fast and hard. I briefly wondered if she’d be open to a fling, but the thought caused such a vile reaction inside me that I immediately dismissed the idea. I was quite baffled by this woman’s effect on me.