Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
She gave me a charming smile. “You can?”
Shrugging, I asked, “What’s the name of the new computer science lab on campus?”
Mia laughed and said in a saucy voice, “The Theodore White Lab.”
I lightly touched her nose. “Exactly! I can arrange for you to get credit for working for me. How does that sound?”
Mia blew a raspberry, frowning a little. “I don’t know. My schedule is so busy right now. It would be a pain for me to ride BART all the way to Mountain View.”
Cupping my hands around her round ass, I gave her an encouraging squeeze.
“Why would you have to ride BART, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t have a car. Duh, most students don’t. We’re impoverished peasants, remember?”
I squeezed her ass and jiggled it with my hands. Fuck. This was an ass sculpted by the gods. But public transportation wasn’t going to keep me from the curvy girl, not when it was something easily solved.
“I can arrange transportation for you. No problem,” I said.
Mia sighed, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“I hear you, Theo, because nothing gets in the way of the billionaire. But can I think about it?” she asked softly. “This is a lot to swallow at once, to say the least. I mean you kidnapped me, we’re supposed to hate each other, and now, we’re like this?” she asked ruefully as I squeezed that luscious rump again, hard.
But suddenly, those beautiful chocolate eyes opened in alarm looking at the windows covered in blackout curtains. “Speaking of class, holy cow. It’s so dark in here. What time is it?”
Picking up my Cartier watch on the nightstand, I replied, “Almost 8:30. Why?”
The girl bolted upright. “I’m going to miss class. I have to go,” she said.
That made me laugh. Reaching for the curvy girl, I tried to pull her back into bed. “Class? Really? Can’t you skip it just for today? For me?” Wow, was that wheedling voice mine? Was I actually begging a woman to stay in bed? Usually, it was the opposite. I always left them high and dry and not the other way around.
But somehow, everything with Mia’s turned on its head with the enemies to friends dynamic. The way I was on my back foot with the luscious student driving the car. The way that I, the billionaire, was letting a penniless girl wrap me around her finger.
And the reason why I was entranced became clear because the brunette pulled back, eyes determined.
“No,” she said firmly. “I just told you how I’m the first in my family to go to college. I can’t let my mom down. I can’t let my lab partner down. I can’t let myself down, most of all, and give up on my education for nothing.”
And I had to respect that. Because education is an investment in yourself, and who was I to stop her from improving her skills? So I watched as she scrambled out of the bedroom. Her ass jiggled deliciously as she hurried out, tempting me even more.
But within minutes, the woman was back, dressed in her tank top and drawstring pajama pants, incredibly fresh faced and beautiful. Brown curls fell down around her shoulders, and understandably, all I wanted to do was take a fistful of that hair and bend her over again.
Mia smiled wryly in my direction.
“Looks like when you kidnapped me, you forgot to let me get my shoes.”
I laughed looking at her bright red painted toes. “Noted. Next time, I kidnap you, I will let you bring footwear.”
She flipped her hair back off her neck. “There’s going to be a next time?” her voice came, casual but imbued with urgency. I could read her nervousness, and it was sweet.
Climbing out of bed, I swept her into my arms once more, planting a kiss on her lips.
“Maybe.”
She giggled, seeing right through me.
“Okay, but can you do me a favor?”
Breathing deep, I inhaled that lovely flowery smell. Honestly, anything at that moment was possible. I would have helped her with her homework, cancelled all her classes, even talked to her mom. Anything to get Mia to stay. But it was too soon for all that, so I shot her a wry smile.
“Sure, what’s up honey?”
She smiled right back, making my heart seize.
“Can you order me an Uber?”
“Can you do me a favor?” I retorted.
“Anything. Well, within reason,” she laughed.
“Will you please consider working for Pictogram?” I pleaded. “We need someone like you, Mia. Someone talented with brains to spare. Someone quick on her feet who can see through the tangled web of programming.”
And she smiled then before blushing. My heart contracted again involuntarily, breath growing short.
“I’ll think about it, Theo,” she said shyly. “But I need to get to class now. Even dressed like this,” she said ruefully. “Now order me that car, big guy. Surely you can do that,” she teased.