Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
She points around the room. “Which bedroom do you want?”
Fuck me just hearing her say bed has my dick coming alive. This was a terrible idea. “Either one. They both have their own bathroom, so pick whichever you want.”
She smiles and rolls her suitcase to the bedroom. I grab mine and go in the opposite direction. I busy myself by unpacking to keep my thoughts off of Lilian in the next room naked. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, counting down from a hundred when I hear Lilian call my name.
I take a deep breath and walk out of the bedroom with a forced smile on my face. My mouth drops when I see her, though. I’ve seen her dressed up before, but nothing like this. Her hair is swept up with tendrils framing her face. She has on a fitted dress that goes below her knees. It’s very conservative but still sexy.
She tilts her head. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yes, I’m good. You ready?”
She grabs her purse off the counter and takes two steps before stopping and turning her back to me. “Shoot. Sorry, I couldn’t get my zipper up. Can you help me?”
It’s like a punch in the gut, taking my breath. She’s positioned herself next to me, baring her back to me. My first thought is there’s no bra strap. That’s all I’ll be thinking about the rest of the night. When I don’t move—heck, I’m not even breathing—Lilian looks over her shoulder at me. “Ford?”
I move then, closer to her, lifting my hands to her dress. “Yeah, sorry.”
I grab the zipper that starts at the curve of her ass. I know I shouldn’t, but as I drag the material up, I let my knuckles caress her soft skin. She trembles, and goosebumps form on her arms. I take it slowly, and when I reach the top, I release the zipper and put my hands on her shoulders. Her whole body shudders, and I try to get myself under control. I’m her boss. She’s too young for me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I repeat these things over and over until I force myself to let her go and take a few steps backward. But no matter how far I go, I can still feel the softness of her skin under my fingers.
“Ready?” I ask in a strangled voice.
She clears her throat. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
I follow behind her, wondering if she feels it too. Can she see a future between the two of us? My thoughts go back to the plane ride here. I understand how she’s feeling about her sister, and I understand that she thinks she may have to leave, but what she doesn’t realize is that I can’t just let her go. There’s no way I can let her leave. No, there has to be another way.
Lilian
The last two hours Ford has taught me about gambling. I had some luck at the slot machine, and when I turned my twenty dollars into fifty, I knew I had to stop. Ford has stuck right by my side. He hasn’t spent a penny, instead watching me the whole time. I figured he’d be bored, but every time I’ve looked at him, his face has been lit up like he’s enjoying himself.
I look at the clock on the wall. “It’s ten till. We should probably go.” He looks disappointed that our time is up. “I feel bad you didn’t get to gamble and were too busy showing me the ropes. We can come back after dinner.”
He shakes his head as his hand fits across my lower back. He’s leading me toward the restaurant, and just like every other time he’s touched me, I feel it everywhere. “I don’t gamble. I’m not good at it. However, you are on a lucky streak. We can come back after dinner if you want to.”
“No, I’m happy with my fifty dollars. But I do have to say, I can see how people find this addictive. It’s a rush for sure.”
We walk into the restaurant, and the hostess smiles at Ford.
“Hello. We have a reservation for four. It’s under Ford Blaze.”
The waitress looks Ford up and down with a smile. Jealousy shoots through me, and I step closer to him even though I know I don’t have the right to.
“Right this way,” she tells us.
We follow her, and Ford keeps his hand at my waist until we arrive at the table. He holds my seat out for me before taking his own and pulling me closer to him.
I try not to read anything into the way he’s treating me. Ford has always been a good man. He opens doors, and he’s always been attentive and kind. I shouldn’t get my hopes up that this can be anything more than what it is. I’m here for work.