Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I keep thinking about that kiss in my office. The way his hands felt on me, the passion I felt. The desire… It was unreal.
I look at his wavy dark hair with wisps of gray and can’t believe that I had my hands in it. It was even softer and thicker than it looks.
I don’t know what came over me back there. Actually, I do. I’m crushing hard on this man. There’s something about him I can’t resist.
After that kiss, the dirty thoughts kept coming. I kept fantasizing about this man bending me over my desk and pulling up my dress. I would have let him if he had tried. There’s no limit to what I would have let him do to me.
Even now, in a public restaurant, my desire is burning. I want to slip off my shoe and slide my foot into his lap to see if he’s as turned on as I am. I want to buy the restaurant, kick everyone out, and get railed on this table. I want to feel him inside me. Deep inside me.
“I think we’re both professional enough to put work aside,” he says as the waitress comes over and drops off a basket of bread. She’s young and pretty, but he doesn’t even glance at her. Those intense blue eyes never leave my face.
“Didn’t you say you’d dismantle the Hyenas if I let you kiss me?” I say with a teasing grin. “I let you, so…”
He grins back at me. “You have no idea the lengths I would go for you.”
“You can keep the team intact,” I say, wondering what those lengths are, wondering about another length of his… “My Vipers can’t achieve greatness without a challenge. We’ll just have to beat you fair and square.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he says.
We connect and chat as we eat our dinner. I love speaking with him. I’ve never met anyone like him.
He’s had so much life experience crammed into his fifty years on the planet, that it would take most people hundreds of years to do even a fraction of what he’s done.
This man is incredible. He’s created two fortune five hundred companies with his bare hands, dined with world leaders, given away hundreds of millions of dollars to charity, and still has tons of plans and dreams to conquer.
I ask him a million questions and he answers them all thoughtfully from career advice to leadership questions to where the best place to vacation in Europe is. I can’t get enough of this fountain of knowledge.
I’ve always been attracted to smart, wise, accomplished men, and you can’t get more of those traits in anyone than Brantley. The fact that he’s smoking hot on top of it all… How can I not be falling in love?
“You’re doing amazing,” he says as he gazes into my eyes. “Just don’t hold yourself back, Riley. I see a fire in you and it’s a disservice to everyone around you to hold it back. Even if it doesn’t seem that way.”
“I know,” I say as I pick at the remaining food on my plate. “It’s just hard sometimes.”
“Of course,” he says, nodding in an understanding way. “You’re a beautiful young woman in a male-dominated field and you have the added pressure of stepping into your father’s impactful legacy while trying to make it your own.”
“When you put it like that it seems impossible,” I say with a sad laugh.
“Almost impossible,” he says with a sly grin. “But with you, it’s a certainty. You’ll accomplish it all, I’m sure of it. One day you’ll shock everyone, even yourself.”
I take a sip of wine as I stare at him.
Maybe it’s the wine or the nice atmosphere or the high of winning game one, but I’m feeling closer to him right now than I’ve ever felt with anyone else in my entire life. It feels like we’re connecting on levels I never knew existed.
He sees me. Through all the bullshit and fake bravado and fear. He sees the real me. And he likes it.
He’s the only one who’s ever gotten me. And for the first time, I believe that he was talking about me when he mentioned soulmates, and for the first time, I believe he may be right.
“Where are you staying tonight?” I ask, trying to hide the desire in my eyes as I stare at him, but failing miserably at it.
“Wherever the wind takes me.”
I lick my lips and lean over the table. “Do you think the wind can bring you to my place?”
His sparkling eyes roam down to my cleavage that I’m shamelessly showing him. “I think I can arrange that.”
“Good,” I say abruptly sitting back up and making eye contact with the waitress. “Check please.”
“What a view,” Brantley says as he walks into my penthouse suite and looks out at the lit-up city sprawled out before us.