Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Fucking Karma must’ve decided today is the day for me to eat my words and dropped my gorgeous little soulmate right into my lap. Watching her glance nervously around the room sends my pulse into overdrive while my cock wakes the fuck up and throbs in my dress pants.
She’s fucking stunning and half-goddamn-dressed. As my eyes eat up every inch of her luscious curves, my palms itch to smack her perfect ass for daring to prance around in next to nothing. I rub the back of my neck, knowing I’m losing my mind. It suddenly hits me that this beautiful girl thinks she’s going to take off her fucking clothes. Oh, hell no. When she reaches for the tie on her black robe, I hurdle the ineffective barrier and jump onto the stage.
Little Miss Five Feet Nothing is about to find out what happens when you mess with the bull. Her aqua-blue eyes meet mine and widen as I storm across the stage. The room goes silent around us as I look over my shoulder and growl at Tony, “Our plans for the evening just changed.” My plans to sit through this boring business meeting and head home for an early night just flew out the window, but I’m not upset. No, I’m more excited than I’ve been in a long fucking time.
CHAPTER
THREE
TABITHA
Oh, man. I’m in freaking trouble now. I knew this was a bad idea. So bad. How in the world did I end up in the middle of a mobster convention? I wonder as I glance around the room filled with stern-looking men in dark business suits. When one of the men opened his jacket to sit down, I’m pretty sure I saw a gun under his arm. Great. My impulsive decision to trust the advice of a showgirl I found walking around the Vegas strip is going to get me killed. At least my book club girls will know I died trying to keep up with them.
My life flashes before my eyes as I watch an angry, smoking hot older man hop up onto the stage and prowl toward me. I’m about to die, but my girly parts don’t care. They are awake and panting at the sight before me. My brain is shouting for me to run, but my feet are listening to my girly parts. My soon-to-be-murderer is hot. I mean smoking hot. His jet-black hair is sprinkled with a healthy amount of gray. It should make him look old, but he’s just downright gorgeous.
As he gets closer, I blink and squint, trying to get a better look at him. My glasses didn’t exactly match the silly stripping getup I’m wearing, so I left them in my suitcase which turned out to be a really unfortunate decision. Darn my farsightedness. I’ve made so many bad choices tonight, and they’re all coming back to bite me in my rear end.
My shocked eyes meet his, and I realize his eyes are dark brown, maybe even black. I watch his leg muscles ripple under the expensive black material with each step he takes toward me and feel myself melting inside.
He steps close, and I look way the heck up. He’s freaking huge. Like monster-size and all muscle.
“Wha…” I manage to squeak as the angry man wraps his hands around my hips and lifts me. The next thing I know, I’m staring down his back at the ground as he hops off the stage and rushes through the dark nightclub.
“Be quiet or I’ll spank your ass in front of all these men.” Huh? Did the big jerk just threaten to whip me? I’m kinda scared that I’m not as outraged as I should be. In fact, my crazy girly parts are ready for him to make good on his threat while my cautious side is thankful he didn’t threaten to have me killed.
I lift my head and notice a tall man dressed in all black following closely behind us. The mildly amused look on his face gives me hope that I’m not about to die. Or maybe the big jerk loves his job burying women after his boss murders them.
Geesh. I’ve read way too many books, runs through my mind as I debate my options. Since running away isn’t a possibility, I’ll have to hope I can talk my way out of this mess.
We reach the back of the room, and my kidnapper stops next to the bar. His deep voice sends shivers down my spine as he growls at the shifty-looking balding man standing a few feet away. “Ralph, I’m using your office.”
“Anything for you, Mr. Dean.” The sleazy jerk smirks as we rush by.
“Tony.” Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous turns slightly and orders the other handsome man, “Watch the door while I take care of this situation.”
I guess I’m the situation he has to take care of. I'm way out of my league here.