Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Not all things are good in Paris.”
“So it seems.” He fakes a shiver and I giggle.
“We should mingle.” I look around.
He exhales heavily. “Fine.”
“You know, you were a lot cuter when you did what you were told,” I murmur under my breath.
“Ha.” He rolls his eyes and takes another sip as he winces.
“What does ha mean?”
“It means you’re one to talk.”
“Meaning what?”
“You were a lot cuter when you were all kissy and cuddly last night but do you see me complaining?”
“You’re sulking, that’s the same thing.”
He pretends to laugh and then drops his face deadpan. “You can stop talking now, Elizabeth…you’re grating on my nerves.”
“Ha. You’re grating on my nerves.” I take a sip and wince. “This is so fucking bad.”
“Atrocious,” he mutters as he takes another sip.
“If you hate it so much why are you still drinking it?” I whisper.
“Because there’s nothing else to do here…nothing that I want to do anyway.”
“What does that mean, what do you want to do?”
“We could go upstairs and take a bath or something,” he says casually. “Wash your mind a little.”
“My mind is not dirty.” I look around the room, “Unlike yours.”
“My mind is focused on good clean fun and dirty has nothing to do with it.” He holds his glass up to a silent toast, “So…let’s read the room,” he says.
“Okay,” I whisper. “The man and woman in the yellow dress in the corner are the Baxter’s. Brilliant at their job but mad swingers and at last year’s conference got rolling drunk and invited everyone back to their room for an orgy.”
“Nice.” He nods as his eyes linger on them, “Did anyone go?”
“Just me,” I lie.
He smirks and taps his glass on mine. “That’s our backup plan sorted for the night then.”
“There is the Vesper team, they bring like ten staff with them every year.” I point in their direction. “Weird nerdy men who do absolutely no work while here but all volunteer to come because they want a trip away.”
“Smart.”
“We have the iMac girls.” I gesture to the group of girls in the center. Every one of them is young and gorgeous. “They are the kind of girls I imagine you like on the outside.”
He looks them up and down. “Bit young aren’t they?”
“Oh please,” I scoff.
“I don’t want to sleep with a little girl. I like women over thirty. Actually, thirty-five is my sweet spot.”
“How old are you?” I frown.
“Thirty-six. How old are you?”
“Older than that.”
“Cougar hey?” He raises a suggestive eyebrow.
“Not in the least.” I spot the target. “That’s Mrs. Reynolds, she’s the one who holds this conference and the one we need to win the account from.”
“Tell me more about her?”
“Widow, French. Billionaire.”
His eyes linger on our subject. “Billionaire hey?”
“Yes.” I sip my drink. “She’s the kind of woman you should go for.”
“Eww.” He screws up his face. “My dick would not be in agreement with that plan.”
I giggle, glad that our easy banter has returned. “Anyway, good thing because you are supposed to be my boyfriend, anyway.”
“Fiancé,” he mouths. “Get it right.”
“Right.”
“Where are we getting married again?” he asks.
“Hawaii.” I sip my wine. “Apparently.”
“Are you wearing a white dress?” He looks around the room as he talks. “Because I think you should seeing you’re a born-again virgin.”
“Of course, because I didn’t have sex with you obviously means I’m a born-again virgin?” I mutter as I drain my glass. “I’m not sure if you know this…but you aren’t irresistible.”
“Ha,” he scoffs. “I don’t know if you know this…but you aren’t fooling me.”
“What does that mean?” I whisper.
“I know.”
“Know what?”
“Hello,” Graham’s voice says from behind, we both turn to see him standing with Melody.
“Hello.” Thomas smiles. “How was your morning?”
“Good thanks.” Melody smiles. “I’m literally like starving.”
“Oh my god, like me too.” Thomas widens his eyes all excited-like and I have to bite my lip to hide my smile, he’s such a smart-ass.
“Stop,” I mouth discreetly, he smiles into his glass as he takes a sip of the poison.
“Graham,” he says. “You must really work out, man, you’re in great shape.”
Graham smiles proudly as he looks down at himself. “I do my share.”
I snort my wine up my nose, Graham does not do his share…he has no share in the shape department.
“Looks like you do a lot of people’s share.” Thomas squeezes his bicep. “Impressive.”
Graham chuckles, oh hell…he can charm men too.
Now I’ve officially seen it all.
“When you two have finished feeling each other up we need to take a seat,” I mutter dryly.
“This way.” Thomas leads me by the hand and we sit down, unfortunately Graham and Melody sit at our table. Thomas grabs my hand in his and puts it onto his lap over his crotch and I feel his hard erection as he flexes under my fingers.
What?
I discreetly widen my eyes at him and he gives me a playful wink.