Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He stepped closer, and the tension that had been practically crackling between us since he caught me in his private bathroom again seemed to heat the cold air around me.
My mouth went dry, my heart thundered in my ears.
He leaned a little closer, towering over me like he did when he intimidated suspects and even other attorneys.
Intimidation wasn’t what I felt.
My breath caught in my throat, and my blood started to warm in the frigid air as I remembered the kiss he’d forced on me earlier.
To my shame, I wanted another taste.
But it didn’t matter what I wanted. It could not happen again. Ever.
Not just because it was extremely unprofessional but because I wouldn’t be able to survive his look of disgust turning into pity the more deeply he looked into my life.
Even if I offered myself to him right here, even if he wanted me, a man of his position would never be caught dead fucking a woman in this place, not on my old mattress that sagged in some places or on my sofa that had springs sticking out in one corner.
I couldn’t stand it if his poorly hidden, heated looks of lust—or his professional look of impressed surprise and pride as he reviewed my work—changed to pity.
The shame would kill me.
“Well, Eddie?” I hadn’t realized he was waiting for an answer.
“No, my fondness for the roaches is not why I stay.”
“Then what is it?”
“I can afford it.” I sighed, giving the only answer I could without having to explain more of my situation. “My apartment is my own. I don’t share, and the roaches tend to eat the salesmen and religious missionaries trying to save people in the building.”
His lips turned up a little at the corner, the only sign I would get that he found the humor in my joke.
“Is that so?” His eyes drifted from mine down to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again.
If he kissed me again, I would never be able to recover the little bit of my dignity that was still intact.
I shrugged out of his coat, folded it lengthwise, and held it out to him. “Yes. Now, if you will excuse me, Mr. Astrid, it’s late, and I have a boss that is demanding and will require my best work in the morning.”
Refusing to take the coat, he said, “Harrison.”
“What?”
He lowered his face closer to mine, his gaze focused on my lips. “My name is Harrison. Use it.”
As the weight of his intense scrutiny sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I licked my lips but remained silent.
He lifted a hand to my jaw and tilted my head back. “I said use it. Now.”
My cheeks warmed. “You need to leave. Now.”
His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip. “Not until I hear this pretty mouth say my name.”
Thank God I was already leaning against my door. Holy hell, who talked like that? Forget his reputation as a ruthless and extremely intelligent attorney, the man had an absolutely dirty-as-fuck mouth.
And to my everlasting humiliation—it did it for me.
“If I say your name will you leave?”
He wrapped his hand around my throat just below my jaw before leaning in to whisper in my ear. “I’d rather hear you scream it the moment I thrust my cock inside of you.”
A tremor ran down my spine. “You can’t talk to me like that. Inside or outside of the office. It isn’t right.”
He chuckled. “Nothing about what I’m thinking at this moment is right. In fact it is all kinds of dirty, nasty wrong.”
I grabbed the doorknob behind me to keep from dropping to my knees and reaching for his belt buckle in the hope of hearing him call me his good girl right before he shoved his cock down my throat.
This needed to stop.
“Good night, Harrison. I will see you tomorrow.”
Bracing a forearm over my head, he leaned in and rasped, “Good girl.”
I closed my eyes, forced to lock my knees and squeeze my thighs together.
My voice was strained and high-pitched, showing my panic. “Please. I’m trying to be professional. I need this job. Thank you for the ride but please, I need you to take your coat and go.”
His fingers brushed back a curl from my forehead. “I will give you tonight, but this isn’t over, Eddie.”
I tried again to hand him his coat.
Ignoring the gesture he said, “You better be wearing either that coat or your own tomorrow morning when you walk into my office.”
Before I could object, he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m waiting here until you lock your door.”
Knowing there was no point in arguing, I turned, opened the door as slightly as I could to slide inside without letting him see the interior.
Leaning against the closed door, I tried to decipher what had just happened.