Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
And all that did was raise more questions.
How did he have the balls to show up late on me? How did a bike courier pay for two at a three-star Michelin restaurant? And how could he just walk out on me at the end like that leaving me feeling abandoned, hollow, and discarded, like a piece of trash?
I should be furious. I should never want to see him again.
Yet somehow, just thinking about last night has me all hot and bothered right in the middle of a very important meeting regarding the opening of a new branch office in Hong Kong.
I’m surrounded by men of status who should be just my type, but I’m fantasizing about a younger bike courier who has me feeling flush between the thighs and dripping moisture into an ever-expanding wet spot in my panties.
I’m relieved when the meeting ends and I’m able to escape into my office and shut the door. I’m so hot I’m starting to sweat, so I slip out of my blazer, toss it over my chair, and go to my mini-fridge for a water, which is somehow empty. I buzz Joan and ask her to bring me one, then slump down in my chair and gaze out at the sun rising over the city skyline.
Moments later, the door open. “You can leave it on my desk, thank you, Joan.”
“Wouldn’t you rather I put you on your desk?”
Damien’s voice rocks me to my feet, and I spin around to see him standing right where he shouldn’t be: in my office, a water bottle in one hand.
If my body was hot a moment ago, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. I’m having some primordial reaction to his presence. And why wouldn’t I? He’s beyond gorgeous. But it’s not just that. It’s how he acts around me–like he’s my boss and I answer to him. That’s just not something I’m used to. And it’s turning me on.
“What the hell are you doing here!?” I bark as I stride toward him. I reach out to grab the water, but he moves it just enough that I end up snatching thin air. I glare at him as he grins back at me. I repeat the gesture, but again, he moves the bottle as though we’re playing a game of keep-away. “Are you kidding me?”
He laughs and gently hands the bottle out to me as though he’s doing me a favor. I simply stare back, keeping my hands where they are, not willing to humiliate myself again. But Damien gives me a knowing glance.
“Take it.”
I pause but then reach out quickly and snatch the bottle from him. This time, he allows it. I twist the top off and take a deep gulp in an attempt to cool myself down. It doesn’t work. I was turned on already, and having Damien here has only amplified that problem. Aroused at the office? This can’t happen!
“Get out!” I snap, pointing at the door.
“Alice,” Damien chuckles. “We both know you don’t mean that.”
The spark inside me is pulsing at a billion watts and causing waves of horniness to sizzle throughout my entire body as my heart begins to pump faster and faster, hotter and hotter inside my chest.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” I want to scream at him, but then the whole office would hear. “You humiliated me last night! You were late, you walked out on me, and now you show up here at my office without an invitation? Without a package?”
Damien smirks and tilts his eyes down, indicating an obviously large bulge between his legs. I have to force myself to look away as I feel the heat between my legs pulsate and grow. “Well, I do have a package of my own, Alice…”
I turn back and glare into his gorgeous green eyes. “You did not seriously just say that.”
He laughs and moves closer. Like yesterday, I feel myself instantly freeze in place. What is this power this man has over me?
“Come on, Alice, it’s a joke,” he says. “And stop pretending like you didn’t have a good time last night. We both know you did.”
His sex appeal is like a drug. I’m blushing so hard it hurts, and my panties are soaked with arousal. I squeeze my thighs together but it’s not enough. I’m going to need some napkins to dry myself before he notices.
“Stop!” I snap. “Stop talking to me like that!”
The slight smile will simply not vanish from Damien’s lips. “Like what, Alice?”
“Like you know me!” My heart is racing, and I’m panting like an overly-excited puppy. “You don’t know who I am–what I want…”
Damien cocks his head to the side, stepping even closer. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alice.” He reaches out and takes my hand between his. The sensation of his rough skin and calluses enhances the sensuality that swirls around him like a vortex, just ready to swallow me up. “I know just what you want.”