Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” I ask, crossing my arms, and even I’m surprised by the question. Why am I asking him this? Now of all times? “You just seem… different tonight.”
He lets out an exhausted breath, and it’s the first time he’s let me have a look at the man under the mask. A different side of Will, I doubt very many see. Hell, I wonder if even his sister sees this side of him. He’s tired. Defeated.
“Should we get a drink? Is that what you want instead of me having you for dessert?” he asks earnestly.
“Yes, a drink sounds good.” I don’t know why it’s important to me, but I feel like he needs more than just sex tonight. Or am I using that as an excuse for myself? I’ve thought about him every day since he disappeared, and the moment he steps back into town, I’m all over him. I’ve never reacted to a man like that. Now I’m asking questions about him.
Who am I?
He adjusts himself and smirks, staring at me as he does it because I can’t help but dip my gaze and bite my bottom lip. He steps toward me, and I purposefully take two steps back, taking me outside of the room. Though, staying in here right now is tempting. He chuckles as he closes the door behind him. It’s the same room he had before, making me assume he never checked out.
Taking my hand, he guides us back to the elevator and presses the button for the rooftop bar. He seems somewhat entertained as he stares at me and asks, “You really feel like a drink?”
I bite my bottom lip. Well, no. Now I’m regretting leaving the room and not fucking him, but I stick to my guns. “Yes. You gave me a plane and have had sex with me, and I know fuck all about you. All I know is that you have a sister.”
“You also know what I do for a living,” he counters.
“You’re a gamer who plays with his cock all day.”
He grins as he steps into my space, and his thumb finds my bottom lip as he studies it, fascinated.
“These lips are going to get you into a lot of trouble one day,” he muses.
“Haven’t they already?” I whisper breathlessly as I stare into his iridescent blue eyes.
He smirks and takes a step back as the elevator doors open.
It’s not too crowded yet, and with the simple wave of his hand, he has a waiter’s attention. Will guides me to an available daybed by the pool where we can look out at the nightlife of New York.
It’s colder up here, and when I half lie down he notices the goose bumps on my arms. He leaves and then returns with a blanket and wraps it around me. The waiter walks over with a bucket of ice, two glasses, and a bottle of champagne.
“Your favorite, isn’t it?” Will asks as the waiter pops the cork.
I nod and watch the waiter pour it before I say, “Like that. How do you know it’s my favorite brand of champagne?”
“Because I’m observant as well as handsome.” He smirks as he picks up both glasses and hands me one. But he makes no move to sip from his.
“Be serious with me. You track people. How does that pay so well?” I’m truly curious. “Is that why you were gone these past two weeks?”
His gaze narrows slightly, and again it’s strange to see this more calculating side of him. I imagine he doesn’t share this information with anyone, so why do I think he’ll share it with me?
He twists so he’s lying on his side, casually propped up with a bent arm. He reaches over and toys with the ends of my hair. “You really want to know the answers to these questions?”
I hesitate because it feels like it’s a loaded gun now. But I’ve never been scared of much, so I defiantly answer, “Yes.”
He cocks a half grin. “Yes, I was gone for two weeks because of a job. My job pays well because my services are in very high demand. I also work for the most brutal and ruthless people in the world, and only those who can afford my fees. I’m the person you turn to as your last resort. I’m even better than the Ghostbusters.”
I roll my eyes. “And are you always such a smartass to them as well?”
He chuckles. “Yes. Humor has saved my life many times, and I enjoy it. I see the way people are. I like to study them and learn about them. I always have. I just realized I was better at it than others.” He still seems fascinated with my hair, and he has to adjust his cock again. I try to suppress a giggle. Knowing this man is so captivated by me definitely strokes my ego.