Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
The boy next to her squeaks and claps silently, looking frantically between us. “Ash effing Thompson. You’ve come to the attention of Ash effing Thompson.”
“Wait, but how did you find me?” There’s concern in Anastasia’s voice, and I hate that I’m making her fearful.
“Please, forgive me. I know this is sudden, and it must be a shock to have someone track you down. Know I am here with all good intentions, I want to talk with you is all.”
It’s a lie. I want to do so much more than talk with her.
When she crosses her arms over her chest, and the swell of those incredible tits push up into the V-neck of her dress, my cock hardens to the point of pain. I imagine what her nipples will feel like in my mouth, how they’ll harden, and her back will arch into me.
“You still didn’t answer her question.” Cameron copies her arm-cross and juts out a hip as he raises his eyebrows. Part of me wants to punch him, but the other part is thankful that she has someone watching her back. Although, from now on, that position will be mine.
I need her comfortable. I need her talking to me. I need to give her everything in this world she deserves and more. My instinct tells me she would be frozen in fear if her friend wasn’t close, so for now, I deter my compulsion to take over the role of her protector.
“Sorry, you’re right. I have connections, but I will admit you were difficult to find. The other Anastasia Snows we were able to find were all dead ends. We finally used some technical tracking to find the source and location of your YouTube posts. It led us here, to Patriot, then from there, we did some digging and finally found you. Thank goodness.”
I swallow hard, watching her eyes dance up and down my body as she pulls her lips between her white teeth.
“Okay, so what do you want?”
“It’s a bit of a long story. I’d be honored if you would come and have coffee with me. Let me explain a few things. Anywhere you’d like.”
“Well, I honestly am about to do a video shoot. Maybe we can talk another time?” My heart sinks as she half-squints one eye, doing that nose crinkle that drives me mad. “I can’t waste all the ingredients I bought, and my followers are expecting a new recipe to be posted tonight.”
Her practicality and loyalty to her six hundred and twenty-three followers only makes me more crazed for her. With that number of followers, she’s not going to become an influencer anytime soon, but it makes shrewd business sense to put them first, and that’s something I admire. She’s smart, talented, beautiful and kind.
That’s a killer package, and I feel like I’m losing control for the first time in my life. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying to hold on.
“Her people are crazy loyal” Cameron adds with a flip of his head. “I’m her manager, and it’s in her best interests to give them what she promised, which is a killer torte thingy posting at eight PM tonight.”
I admire his moxie and her dedication, so I change my approach.
“That’s admirable, and as a businessman, I completely understand. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to observe?”
She stands up straighter and fidgets with her dress.
“I’ll sit in the back corner. I won’t say a word, just pretend I’m not there.”
She looks to Cameron who shrugs and tips his head back and forth. The battle inside me rages because as much as I need to stay and watch her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself jerking off while she’s making her video.
She pulls her shoulders back and her lips to the side, making the dimple on her right cheek pull inward, and my heart is beating so loud in my ears. I barely hear her reply.
“Fine. In the back.”
Cameron looks at me with a smirk; his arms still crossed over his chest. “No talking,” he adds, and as much as I want to hate this kid, I can’t.
My gaze drifts back to Anastasia. She has one hand on her cheek and the other locked around her waist, and I look down to see her worn, simple loafers. They don’t fit with the rest of her outfit, and it makes me wonder what the rest of her life is like and whether there’s something the cameras don’t see.
I know this is a Christian, faith-based school, but I’m not sure what that means in practicality. All in all, it’s a pretty contemporary campus with a mix of students that look like they range from nearly Amish style dress to, well, Cameron. What is still baffling, is Anastasia. Or the last thereof. In this day and age to have nothing available about their life on the internet is unheard of. We even did a reverse face search, and there are no other images of her available on the web outside of her blog and videos. She’s a ghost in an age where we all leave electronic footprints behind.