Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
One thing I’ve noticed about the clinic is that its staff are very loyal. I hope that won’t make them tightlipped. We finish lunch, hang around for a few more minutes chatting and then I take my leave.
Back upstairs I see that Jace’s door is slightly open and I peer in. We exchange smiles.
“Do you need anything?” I ask him.
“Nothing at all. My place tonight?” he says. “I’m a good cook.”
Pleasure swamps me. “I’d like that.”
I keep checking the time for the rest of the afternoon. I’m terrified and excited at the same time. This time tomorrow, the lust I feel for Jace Anderson will be extinguished. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I like being in this all-consuming bubble of lust. It keeps reality at bay.
***
“Charlotte told me that you’re not coming for dinner?” my brother Marcus asks as I’m getting ready to go to Jace’s house.
I balance my phone against my ear and shoulder as I slip on my heels. I always have dinner with Marcus and my sister-in-law, Charlotte, at least once a week. “I’m going for dinner with my new boss.”
“Is that a good idea, sis?” Marcus asks. “You’re working undercover in his clinic. Should you be getting that close to him? It’ll make you feel like an asshole when you have to do what you have to do.”
I swallow hard knowing that everything that Marcus is saying is the truth. I just don’t want to hear it tonight. Or even think about it. Tonight will be about getting Jace out of my system but I can’t tell my brother that.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me,” I say.
“I have to worry about you,” Marcus says, his voice suddenly gruff. “You’re my little sis. It’s my job to watch out for you.”
My heart swells with emotion. It was just the two of us for the longest time and even though Marcus feels responsible for me, he’s only a year and a half older. “Thanks, bro. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
We say goodbye and I check my reflection one last time then I’m out of the door. Jace had offered to pick me up but I wanted to have my own car. I always feel safer when I know that I can leave whenever I want, not that I’m worried about Jace. He’s a gentleman through and through.
I input his address into the GPS and drive out of the basement parking.
Excitement courses through me as I near his place. Jace lives in one of those apartments that are featured in home lifestyle magazines. The security guard manning the entrance to the side parking is expecting me and he lets me through. Once I’ve parked my car, I make my way to the lobby and the concierge greets me politely and summons the elevator for me. It’s definitely a different lifestyle from the one I’m used to. The elevator is private as Jace’s apartment is the only one on his floor.
I step out and before I can knock on his door, it opens and Jace appears. It’s a shock to see him without his customary suit. He’s dressed in a pair of white shorts and a t-shirt. He looks boyishly relaxed.
“I feel over dressed,” I tell him, looking down at my dress, which is better suited for a night out. I don’t know what I was thinking when I chose it. Who am I kidding? I wanted Jace to find me irresistible and to ravish me as soon as he saw me. I want his mouth on mine and his hands on me immediately.
“You look perfect,” he says and leans forward to kiss me lightly on the mouth.
I kick off my shoes as soon as I enter and then take in my surroundings. Gorgeous hardwood floors, high ceilings, and a lot of natural light coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft music is coming from somewhere.
“Your home is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he says. “You can put your purse here on the table.”
I do as he asks and then I follow him to the open-plan kitchen. There’s a bottle of wine on the small round table in the kitchen. It smells lovely and I can’t wait to see what he has cooked for dinner.
Jace pulls out a chair for me and I sit down.
“Wine?” he asks.
“Yes please.” The ambiance of his apartment is soothing and relaxing. “If I lived here, I’d never want to leave.”
He laughs as he pours the wine. “You’d grow tired of it very fast. From what I know of you so far, you like to be around people and you make friends very easily.”
“How do you know?” I sip my wine and I almost moan as the rich taste of grapes explodes in my mouth.
“I’ve seen you a couple of times talking to people. You’ve already made friends and you've barely been in the clinic for two weeks,” he says.