Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“He is,” I answer truthfully, although that answer isn’t necessarily as straightforward as she thinks it is.
A smile lights up her entire face. “I knew it. Their wedding will be a blast, won’t it?”
“It’ll be something.” I nod but don’t expand on that statement. I’m not the type of man who enjoys watching two people vow to love one another forever. Something tells me this wedding will be a different experience for me since I’ll be staring at Evie as Charlotte and Randall take the plunge.
“That reminds me.” She taps the center of her forehead. “I need to put in a request for two days off the week after next.”
I anticipated as much since the wedding is that week. “For what?”
She pushes a finger into my bare chest. “You know what I need the time off for.”
“Do I?” I ask, placing her phone on the cabinet next to my watch box.
“You do,” she says with a firm nod of her chin. “So, will you give me the time off, or do I have to ask Baden?”
I take her in my arms. My right hand immediately drops to her bare ass. I squeeze it harder than I should, but she wiggles it in appreciation. “I’ll give it some thought.”
Inching up to her tiptoes, she trails her lips over my jaw before sinking her teeth into my shoulder. “Maybe we can work out a compromise?”
Enjoying where this is heading, I lean back against the cabinet. “I’m listening.”
“You’re hard,” she whispers as her hand slides down my chest. As soon as she circles my cock with her fingers, she moans softly. “I’ll suck on this. You can watch your cum coat my tongue before I swallow every last drop.”
“Time off approved.” I take a handful of her hair into my fist. “Get on your knees now.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
Evie
“Are you serious?” I glance at the email on my laptop screen. “You want me to do all of this today?”
Reid nods. “I have faith in you, Evangeline.”
I start to read the list of tasks he just emailed me when he was sitting at his desk as I was speaking to a client about rescheduling an upcoming meeting. Since then, he’s gotten up and has wandered over to my desk. He’s currently standing across from me.
“A package of bubble gum from a candy store in Times Square?” I read the first task while somehow keeping a straight face. “Since when do you chew bubble gum?”
“Since never.” He smiles, baring his pearly white teeth. “That’s for Vance’s nephew. He’s dropping by the office tomorrow with his mom, and I happen to know that bubble gum is his favorite.”
I gaze at his face. “That sounds like a nice guy move.”
A smile ghosts his lips. “I am a nice guy, Evie.”
“Maybe you are.” I continue reading the list. “Stop by the jewelry store and pick up the wrapped gift?”
My heart thunders in my chest. It’s so loud that I fear he can hear it from where he’s standing. Did he get me something special to wear at the wedding? Since it’s only days away, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he bought me a bracelet or a necklace to commemorate the occasion. “A gift? For who?”
“Cufflinks for Randall,” he says, shattering my dream of something extra pretty to accessorize with.
I silently chastise myself because he’s never hinted that we’re anything but a boss and employee who sleep together. He hasn’t expressed how he feels about me other than praising me yesterday afternoon in front of a client who was thrilled with the plate of donuts I picked up for their short meeting in one of the conference rooms.
Once it was over, I hurriedly ate two donuts and found a total of eleven cents in coins on the rug. I called it a win.
I stop reading the task list because I already know that it amounts to a bunch of running around Manhattan for me, topped off with a hot dog for lunch.
“I’ll get started on this now.” I push back from my desk. “Do you need me to do anything before I leave?”
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
Stunned, I glance over my shoulder in the direction of the corridor, but I don’t see an employee in sight. “Here? Now?”
His expression morphs from desire to frustration in an instant. “That’s what I wanted, but Baden just exited the doorway leading to the stairs. He’s on his way toward us now.”
I listen as intently as I can, but I come up empty, so I take a few steps closer to the corridor to see down the length of it. Sure enough, Baden, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers, is sprinting toward us.
I turn back to face Reid. “What is with your hearing?”
He laughs that off as if everyone can hear the stealth approach of a man wearing sneakers. “You should get to that task list, Evie. I’m meeting Baden and Vance briefly before I start my day.”