Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Even if he rarely talks to me. We talk on the phone sometimes, but that’s it. He refuses to see me in person, as though behaving in that way keeps him honorable.
“Why?” she whispers.
“We were best friends once,” I say, “but not anymore.”
“What happened?”
“That’s enough questions,” I snap. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you any of this. You need this job. Since you already know the truth, it saves me from having to put on the show. Yes or no, do you want it?”
She folds her arms. Her juicy breasts push together. Her eyes flare with sassiness, and she pouts her perfect lips. My seed swells in my balls, trying to get me to grab her, throw her down, tear off her clothes, and drive up inside her. Push deep so that her walls wrap tightly around my hard dick. Then I’ll pump harder and harder until the heat and wetness become too much to handle. I’ll explode inside of her. Make a child with her. Have the family I never knew I wanted before she walked into my office.
She belongs to me. She always will.
“That depends,” she says. “Are you going to give me any answers?”
“None of that matters. It’s ancient history. I was best friends with your dad. Now I’m not. I’m offering you a job. That’s all you need to know.”
She unfolds her arms and gestures wildly. Her curvy body shivers for me.
“No, it’s not. I need to know more than that.”
“You’ll be waiting for a long time.”
“Then you can go to hell with your job,” she yells, spinning and walking away.
I smirk as she sways her hips, her plump ass moving from side to side, tempting me with her fullness, with the perfect shape of her rear end. Her footsteps echo from my office. I can’t let her go. I need to kiss her, taste her, own her.
Picking up my phone, I call my security team. “Lock down the estate. Nobody leaves.”
She’s staying with me, and I’m going to do any damn thing I want with her.
CHAPTER THREE
Bonnie
My head rushes with thoughts as I march down the intimidating hallways. There are paintings on the walls, scenes from battles, and even suits of armor. There’s a poem that looks like it’s written in Gaelic.
Blake and Dad were best friends. They’re not anymore. Apparently, that’s all I need to know, but that’s not fair.
It’s not fair, either, how my body still tingles from the standoff with Blake. He stood tall and massive in his casual T-shirt and pants, his muscles bulging and swelling, all six and a half feet of him looking ready to turn full beast.
His eyes were dark and intense, staring with a mocking glint. His lips shaped easily into a smirk. His hair was silver tinted, mature, and experienced.
Even as I told myself I wasn’t attracted to him, my body yelled, my sex rubbing against my panties, my clit feeling suddenly sensitive.
How am I going to get home? We’re thirty minutes outside the city, but that’s by car. Will his driver take me home?
I push open the large door and walk down the gravel path, heading for the wrought-iron gate with a small booth at the side. A security guy steps from the booth as I approach, a sinewy man wearing all black with an earpiece.
“Sorry, miss,” he says. “The estate’s locked down. You’ll have to go back inside.”
My breath comes quickly as I look up and down the tall walls, at least ten feet, surrounding the entire estate. The walls are sheer with no handholds, and it’s not like I’ve ever been much of a climber, anyway.
“Locked down… why?”
“Because Mr. Baird ordered it,” the man says, tone impassive. “Please return to the house. Mr. Baird has informed me you’ve got a room waiting for you.”
“A room.”
Does he think I’m staying here?
“I have to get home,” I say. “I need to talk to my dad.”
I have to ask what Blake’s talking about with this best friend stuff.
I knew Dad was lying.
Taking a step back—I’ve got no clue if this guy will grab me—I take out my cellphone. I’ve got no signal.
“We use a cellphone jammer when the estate is locked down, miss,” the security guard tells me. “It’s in your best interest to return indoors to the room prepared for you.”
I spin, marching back toward the house. It’s three floors tall and rustic, looking like a cross between a castle and a laird’s estate in the Scottish Highlands. Creepers move up the wall.
Shoving the large door open, I find Blake standing in the hallway. He’s got his hands behind his back, forcing his chest even further out, showing his muscles’ hard, swollen shape. I have to fight away the urge to march over to him and drag my hand down his body. I have to fight down any instincts telling me I want him. I need him.