Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
But it has always been the same. I meet one, she excites me for one reason or another, and by the time I’ve spurted out the last of what brewed in my balls, I can’t wait to never see her again.
This Elena, on the other hand? I was ready the instant my body made contact with hers. It was that simple. Finding her at the door, pinning her against it, the friction her body made against mine. My cock sprang to life, and all of a sudden, it would be the simplest situation in the world. I have to take her, claim her, own her.
And it makes no sense. Hell, I got a better feel for her body last night when I carried her to the car. Yet while she was unconscious, she wasn’t fighting. She was no longer the scrappy, feisty hellcat. Perhaps that’s the missing link in all this. It isn’t so much the girl but rather the fact of her not dropping to her knees at first sight, the way most women do once they know who they’re looking at.
The thrill of something new for the first time in forever. That’s what this is. Nothing more. Once I know how to brush off the situation, I can move past it. It’s clear that I need to. I have to find a way past this if there’s to be any hope of succeeding in what I’ve been tasked with. She will not get in the way of our plans. If anything, she might help move things along.
The beginnings of an idea brew in the back of my mind. I think I might know how to get through to her. It will just take another plan of attack. A new direction.
My phone rings, dragging me from my thoughts. It’s an unknown number. “Yes?”
“Is this how your family does business? A man misses a meeting due to an emergency, and you take what belongs to him without so much as an acknowledgment of what you did?”
The hair along the back of my neck stands up. “Mr. Alvarez.”
“Don’t Mr. Alvarez me, boy,” he warns in a deadly snarl. “You have something that belongs to me, and you’re going to give it back.”
“What is this?”
I look down at the take-out containers, then back at her. She’s sitting on the bed, pretending my presence doesn’t worry her. Her back is ramrod straight, her chin lifted. The princess. It’s quite a fitting nickname.
“You’ve never seen fast food before?” I place a box on the bed along with napkins. “A burger and fries.”
She’s not stupid enough to give me shit for assuming she eats meat or anything like that. And too hungry. Pride dissolves an instant before she flips the Styrofoam lid and picks up the burger, taking a huge bite.
“Did you ever consider the chances of me putting something in there?”
Her head snaps up, her cheeks bulging. Before she spits it out or chokes, I shake my head. “Kidding. I have no interest in poisoning you.”
“What a relief,” she mumbles before returning to her binge.
I sit at the other end of the bed and open my own container. “I’d like to have a conversation with you, Elena. A normal, one-on-one sort of talk. No screaming, no trying to run. Don’t force me to regret taking this chance.”
The wariness written all over her is a reminder of her intelligence. Granted, it failed when she attempted to flee, but she is, by and large, an intelligent girl. She had better hope that intelligence wins out now, or else everything that’s passed until now has been child’s play compared to what’s ahead.
Because I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to control myself if she begins shrieking and begging. I might forget what I came in here for.
“Go ahead,” she grunts before taking hold of a few fries at once and biting into them.
I’ve never seen anyone eat like this before. I suppose protein bars aren’t enough. Either that, or she doesn’t see the point in manners at this point.
“After giving it a little thought, it became clear to me your father did not make you aware of what last night was about. Why I was at the warehouse.” Her silence tells me I’m right, so I continue. “Prince and I were there for a first meeting with your father, in hopes of securing a deal between your family and mine. This would be a mutually beneficial arrangement, which we were assured your father was interested in pursuing. Yet he left me hanging. He never showed. He never contacted me.”
She’s no longer chewing, choosing to stare blankly at me instead. “Sorry? I’m not responsible for that.”
“I realize that.” She’s determined to set my teeth on edge. I distract myself by biting into my burger, which is as delicious as she makes it seem. “The fact is, I brought you here on impulse, and now I need you to help me keep the situation from escalating.”