Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
The fairy stops at the top step and flits to the window overlooking the ocean, sighing with hearts in her eyes. “Isn’t my island beautiful?”
“Yes,” I say, even though I can’t tear my eyes off her long enough to look. “What is your name, girl?”
A dimple pops in her cheek. “Nova.”
Those two syllables whisper through me like a cool breeze. “Are you here of your own free will, Nova?”
Am I looking too closely or does a hint of the sparkle leave her eyes? “Yes.” She ducks her head and glides past me, the pink ribbon fluttering out behind her, stopping when she reaches a doorway, her supple, young body outlined in gentle light. She pinches one end of the pink ribbon between her fingers and draws it slowly through its loop, the sound of rasping silk making my cock throb uncontrollably. Finally, the ribbon flutters to the floor, baring her hot, perky little tits and I have to remind myself to breathe. “I’m here of my own free will, Lincoln But I’m really here to bend to your will. Aren’t I?” she says huskily, trailing a finger down the doorjamb. “Wonder how you’ll do it?”
3
Nova
I turn and sway into the bedroom, my hands flailing as soon as I’m out of Lincoln’s sight. Oh my goodness, what made me think I could be convincing as a seductress? Especially after I fell on my butt downstairs in front of him? What a dork. If I haven’t already blown this whole plan, I will be shocked. He hasn’t even touched me. He actually just seems confused by me.
Why did he have to be so handsome?
Ever since I was hired last week, my sisters made me watch endless hours of James Bond movies, forcing me to study the way Bond Girls move, speak, seduce. If Lincoln looked like one of his business partners, I might be more in control of the situation. Might be able to concentrate and keep my rapid-fire pulse under control. But the fact is, Lincoln is James Bond. Cool, inscrutable, masculine, suave, handsome. Did I mention that?
There isn’t a dark hair or a thread out of place, even though he’s just flown in from New York. His crisp white shirt and dark navy tie are perfectly pressed. His amber eyes are sharp and arresting. Is it any wonder I’m dancing nervously around the bedroom right now, my game plan having totally leaked out of my ear the moment he made his presence known in the kitchen?
Get yourself under control.
Remember, your parents are counting on you.
Your sisters are counting on you.
In a week, Lincoln will have gone back to New York and if I don’t make something useful come from this experience, I’ll let everyone down.
“I can’t let that happen,” I whisper.
“What was that?” Lincoln says, appearing in the doorway, his hands fisted at his sides, those corded forearms flexed.
“Nothing,” I breathe, wondering why my nipples keep puckering in such a painful way. “I just, um…” Turning in a circle, I search the room for my backpack. “I brought some tools.”
A single one of his eyebrows jumps. “Tools.”
“Yes, all kinds,” I say enthusiastically, retrieving my threadbare, red backpack from the floor and setting it on the massive king-sized bed. I’m excruciatingly aware that I’m standing in front of a man in nothing but thong underpants and high heels, but I need to make it seem like this is the usual for me. I unzip the backpack and remove a black bar with a leather loop attached to either end, borrowed from Raquel. “Well, looky here. We have this,” I say, swallowing hard and wishing I’d studied the contents of my backpack before opening it. Why oh why did I let my sisters pack for me? “This is for, um…”
“Do you know what it’s for, Nova?”
“Yes, of course.” My face is on fire. “It’s for exercise. Doing sit ups, maybe?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see his lips twitch. “What else have you got in your bag of tricks?”
I drop the bar like it’s on fire and go digging through my bag, pulling out a red ball with a thick string attached. “Oh, uh…”
“Maybe this one is for playing catch?”
Is that amusement in his tone? I can’t tell. But if I keep pulling unfamiliar objects out of this bag, he’s definitely going to peg me for an inexperienced virgin. Who wants one of those? I’ve been hired to rock his world, not disappoint him with my lack of skill.
“Maybe we don’t need any of these things?” I say, turning and lounging back on the bed, relieved when his eyes blaze over my naked body, focusing in on the juncture of my thighs. “Maybe you could just…”
“Just what, Nova?” Never taking his hungry gaze off me, he slowly loosens his tie. “Take out this cock you’ve made so hard and pound it into my little virgin sacrifice?”