Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I felt her the second she came into my atmosphere. I was about to get up and go after her, but my phone beeped. It was my secretary announcing her arrival. I made myself sit still and look relaxed as she entered. She looked like a completely different person from the girl who’d blubbered all over me last night.
If I were a lesser man she could probably talk me out of all I’d worked for in my life, that’s the kind of woman she was. That air of sophistication mixed with effortless beauty, her poise her demeanor. She was the whole package, and the fact that she didn’t play off of that only made her all the more appealing. She looked, smelt, and acted like money. I wonder how long she would survive in the ‘real world’.
“Good morning Mr. Storm.” I was a little taken aback at first to realize that it was the first time she’d ever called me by name. I was about to tell her Jason would be fine, but I kinda liked the way that Mr. sounded coming from her.
“Good morning Emily, I trust you had a good night.” No one looking at her now would guess the night she’d had. The red puffiness was gone from her eyes and they shone as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Her neat little skirt and blouse, though meant to show professionalism only worked to show off her assets. I could still imagine her legs and that fine ass that had been on full display last night. Maybe I should drop in on her unannounced after hours more often, see what other goodies she wears to bed. Then again…
“Yes I did thank you.” She took a seat in the visitor’s chair in front of my desk and drew a sheaf of papers from her bag. I raised a brow at this because I knew she never worked a day in her life, but it turned out not be a resume. “I did some research to get an idea of what this job entails…”
I sat back and let her rattle off all the things she ‘thought’ she would be called upon to do for me. All of which sounded pretty much like what my current secretary already had under control. “No.” She dropped the paper from her face and looked at me questioningly.
“What do you mean no? You don’t want me for the job?” Oh I want you alright, but not for any of that bullshit.
“I did not say that. Only that you won’t be doing any of those things. I already have someone to take care of my schedule and make reservations etc. Your job will be a little more…personal.” She twitched in her seat though she tried very hard to hide her unease.
“I don’t think I understand. I spent hours poring over this stuff and this covers everything.”
“And yet it’s not what I want. You may not know this, but I’m new to this town, been here just a few months in fact. I haven’t really had time to set up house if you will, or meet the right people. I’m always invited places that require a plus one, and…”
She interrupted before I could go any farther. “What happened to all those blondes you’re always rumored to be dating? No table etiquette?” Oh, my little pet has claws, how fun.
“As I was saying. I sometimes find myself without a partner for these occasions. Beyond that, some women expect more than I’m willing to give once I’ve invited them. I kind of like the idea of a no strings attached arrangement such as the one I’m proposing to you.”
“You want me to pretend to be your date? Well that’s gonna cost you a hell of a lot more buddy.” There was a look of disappointment mixed with consternation on her face. I read it to mean she didn’t think she’d get the job. Either because she wasn’t comfortable with the idea, or she didn’t think I’d pay her more. Neither was true, no matter what she asked for I’d give, and I’ll make damn sure she likes the idea.
“Okay, how much do you think the job should pay?” Her eyes widened for a second before she lowered her head as if giving the question some thought. When she bit her lip and scrunched up her eyes in concentration my dick thumped behind my zipper. What the fuck is wrong with you Storm?
I studied her while she was preoccupied, still trying to decipher what exactly it was about her that had caught my interest. Beauty is a passing thing and there’re beautiful women on every corner in this town. Even the damn barista at the coffee shop looks like a supermodel. Add to that the fact that I’ve never been one to fall for a pretty face, I was afraid there was something else going on here.