Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. Especially one I hadn’t fucked or even sniffed as yet. Never been so captivated by one to the point that everything else ceased to matter.
Because I had my pick among the most beautiful and refined the city had to offer, I’d grown a bit jaded and more than a little cynical when it came to matters of the heart.
For me relationships were all about sex, nothing more nothing less. I figured marriage was something you did when you reached a certain age and it was the right time to settle down and have the prerequisite kids a cat and a dog.
But that day she made me feel things I didn’t even know existed and that was just by looking at her. I never stopped watching her, not even as I was led to my table for the late lunch meeting I’d all but forgotten at the sight of her.
Once seated I barely paid attention to what was being said, leaving it instead to my assistant who seemed to realize there was something going on with me and stepped up to the plate.
The skin grew tight around my collar when she approached our table and I remember the heat that infused my body from head to toe the closer she got to me.
I sat there wondering what the fuck was up with me? Why I was reacting that way to her and going hot and cold between excitement and irritation. Why everything in me seemed solely focused on her and only her to the exclusion of all else.
I wasn’t in the market for any sort of romantic attachment. My business kept me pretty busy and I didn’t need the distraction. Not right then, anyway and maybe, not for a long damn time yet.
I’d been doing pretty good at holding off my mom who’s been on my ass more of late to find the proverbial nice girl and settle down. I was quite sure she already had a candidate picked out and waiting in the wings.
Our weekly battles on the subject were becoming a pain in my ass, but I knew there was no real danger of me being shanghaied into shit I wasn’t ready for. A noose around my neck and a hindrance to my freedom was definitely not in the works for me anytime soon.
All those thoughts went through my head as she stopped at the table and addressed us. Once again I felt my hackles rise when the other men at the table showed their appreciation of her charms.
It wasn’t hard to see why. She was beyond beautiful. Long and lean with a curly mop of red hair piled on top of her head to keep it out of the way.
There was one curl that seemed to constantly fall across her forehead and reminded me of the girl from the nursery rhyme.
There were dimples in her cheeks and she had the brightest, biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen. With her creamy skin, vibrant hair and sparkling eyes, she stood out and it was hard dragging my eyes away as I imagined it was for every man in the damn room.
She must’ve sensed my stare because she’d snapped those eyes at me as if to say ‘what the hell are you looking at?’ Attitude! Her eyes spoke volumes and her body language said she was ready to give as good as she got.
I surmised that she was at least ten years my junior, something that would usually put me off. I prefer a more mature woman in my bed. But this time around it did nothing to quell the rush of love and lust that hit me in the gut. She’d be my first college girl since I was there myself.
It wouldn’t be misleading to say that she enticed me, to the point that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I sat stunned as I searched my mind for any reason other than the obvious for my out of character behavior.
But the way my eyes followed her around the room, the way I clenched my jaw tight and folded my fists whenever someone else paid her any attention was a dead giveaway.
This was more than a case of lust. I know what that shit feels like only too well. It was all the other little emotions that bombarded me that had me feeling like I was in the hot seat.
I don’t know how I made it through that meal, couldn’t even remember what I ordered or if I ate it. For the first time in my life I blanked out in the middle of a business meeting and it was all her fault.
The more she ignored me the more the feeling persisted. And though I didn’t say a word to her other than to give her my order in the beginning, I was sure that she knew I never stopped clocking her.