Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. “I don’t eat pancakes.” I grabbed two plates and transferred the food. I carried it to the dining table along with my cup of coffee.
Looking like the sexiest thing in the world, she sat across from me and sipped her coffee again, the shirt the size of a blanket on her petite frame. She grabbed her fork and took a bite. “Wow…this is pretty good.”
I ate quietly, more interested in looking at her than talking to her.
“You eat this every day?”
I nodded.
“It’s good, but it seems like something you would eat for dinner.”
“I suppose. What do you eat for breakfast?” I had no idea since she always kicked me out.
“Nothing, actually. I’m usually in a hurry to get out the door. But when I do eat breakfast, it’s always pancakes. You know, pancakes with fruit, nuts, tons of syrup…”
“You make it sound like a sundae.”
“Yeah, it kinda is. And it’s delicious.”
I could never eat anything like that. I needed protein to keep my muscles strong, and I couldn’t have any carbs in order to keep my ripped physique. I was all muscle and no fat. That was exactly the way the ladies liked me.
“Are you going to work this morning?” she asked.
“No. I work out in the mornings. I don’t head to the casino until the afternoon.”
“Where do you work out?”
“The second floor. I have a gym.”
“Of course you do.” She looked around my apartment, admiring the fine furniture and the beautiful paintings on the wall. My place was designed with refinement and masculinity, dark colors mixed with tones of gray and white. She finished her food then took both of our plates. “I’ll do the dishes since you cooked.”
“Leave them in the sink,” I ordered. “My maid will take care of it.”
“Your maid?” She turned around after putting the dishes in the sink, having listened to me and probably understanding what would happen if she disobeyed. “Does she live here?”
“No. She comes when I’m at the gym. Does the dishes, handles my laundry, changes the sheets on my bed…stuff like that.”
“I’m surprised you give anyone the code to this place.”
“She gets a new one ten minutes before her shift starts.”
A slight look of surprise came onto her face, but she covered it up quickly. “Well, I should get going…” She leaned against the counter and gripped the edge, but she didn’t move back toward the bedroom to change. She seemed to linger, like she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go or not.
I moved toward her until I had her back perfectly pressed into the counter. My hands gripped the edge on either side of her so I had her blocked in with nowhere to go. My mouth hovered inches from hers, my blue eyes looking into her beautiful green ones. I’d just fucked her in my bed, and now I wanted to do it again. This woman did crazy things to me. Those long legs drove me wild, and those full lips made me feel like a teenage boy all over again. “How do you feel?” I loved pumping my come inside her, loved owning her in a way no other man had. The idea of being with another woman nearly disgusted me because Carmen was all I wanted—the perfect fit.
“Full.” She gave the perfect answer, her eyes dancing playfully as she said it. She tried to fight the smile on her lips, but it was no use. She was practically grinning, happy and satisfied from our night together.
I kissed her, my mouth anxious to worship hers. She gave me her tongue right away, and I took it with greed, wanting everything this woman was willing to give me. She made me want to be a better man, but she also brought out my worst qualities. If she really wanted to move on from me, I wasn’t sure if I could let her go. I might capture her straight from her apartment and make her into my prisoner. If she refused to cooperate, I would execute every single member of her family. I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her, and if I didn’t get what I wanted, there was no telling what might happen.
It was a scary thought.
Not for me. But for her.
She ended the kiss by gently pushing on my chest. “I should head home. I have a lot to do at the shop today.”
I had a pair of handcuffs in my drawer, and I was tempted to chain her to the headboard so she could only leave when I was ready for her to. But that seemed excessive, especially when I had a busy schedule. “Alright. Get dressed, and one of my men will take you.” She had no idea how sinister my thoughts were, how much she turned me into a monster. She had every reason to be scared.