Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Still, Terra had no idea what she was walking into. Maybe the whole thing really was just an elaborate attempt to get her close to him. Maybe she would arrive and discover there was no business at all—just a huge bed and Taurex standing beside it with a smug expression.
The thought should have frightened her. Instead, an unwanted memory flashed through her mind of his enormous body beneath her in the VIP booth, his golden eyes watching while she pressed the little vibrator against herself.
Terra shifted in the driver's seat, feeling sudden heat between her thighs,
“No, uh-uh. Nope–we’re not thinking about that today,” she told herself firmly.
She wasn't going there–wasn’t going to remember how huge the ridge of his cock had felt when she was grinding against him.
This was a job–a real, legitimate job. One she could do with her clothes on and that was what she was going to think about. Not her time in the VIP lounge with the big Monstrum. She was going to keep her clothes on, do office work, earn money, and figure out the rest later.
The Montana Building came into view as she crossed into downtown–all glass and pale stone rising high above the neighboring structures. Terra had seen it before, of course—everyone who lived in Tampa had. It was one of the newer luxury towers built during the seemingly endless wave of downtown development, the kind of place Terra drove past and never imagined actually entering unless she was delivering something.
Even from the street, it looked expensive–very expensive.
“Of course he lives there,” she muttered. Taurex apparently didn't do anything halfway.
Finding the entrance to the parking garage took her two trips around the block because the first time she missed the narrow turn completely and wound up circling back through traffic. The second time she managed to get into the right lane and followed the signs down into the garage, where she immediately felt conspicuous among rows of sleek luxury cars.
She passed by a Mercedes, BMWs, a Porsche and something electric that Terra couldn't even identify but which looked like it cost more than her mother's house.
Her Honda clattered past them like an elderly shopping cart crashing a black-tie event.
“Don't be intimidated,” Terra told herself firmly. “You belong here just as much as anybody else.”
The Honda's fan squealed as though to disagree with her.
“You’re not helping,” she told it, frowning.
The first three levels of the Montana Building were devoted entirely to parking, and after driving around longer than she wanted to admit, Terra finally found a space near the back of the third level beside an enormous black SUV. She pulled in carefully, turned off the engine and sat for a moment with both hands on the steering wheel.
Her heart was beating too fast, and her palms were sweaty. This was ridiculous, Terra told herself. She had raised two children. She had dealt with Jackson through a divorce. She had gone onstage half naked in front of rooms full of drunk men and learned how to smile even when she wanted to tell somebody to go to hell.
She could certainly walk into a fancy building and start an office job.
Terra checked herself in the mirror. She had dressed carefully that morning in one of the few business outfits she owned—a dark blue knee-length skirt, a cream blouse and low black heels. The blouse was slightly old-fashioned but flattering, and she'd added a thin black belt around her waist. Her real brown hair was pulled back in a low twist, and she had deliberately used much less makeup than she wore at The Doll House.
No glitter, no fake lashes, no blonde wig. No Bunny Canyon.
Just Terra.
She hoped Taurex liked her like this. But if he didn’t, too bad. She wasn’t here to strip–she was here to manage his office.
She picked up her purse, grabbed the cheap leather portfolio she'd bought years ago when she'd first considered going back to school and climbed out of the car.
It was time to go to work.
The elevator from the garage took her directly to the lobby level and when the doors opened, Terra stepped out into a world that looked nothing like any apartment building she had ever been inside.
The lobby was enormous, with ceilings at least two stories high and walls covered in cream-colored stone threaded with pale gold. Enormous modern chandeliers hung overhead–not the crystal kind Terra associated with old hotels, but sculptural sweeps of gold and glass that glowed warmly against the polished surfaces. The floor was marble—real marble, judging by the cool gleam beneath her shoes—and a long reception desk made of dark wood sat beneath an enormous arrangement of white orchids.
Beyond the desk were clusters of low cream sofas arranged around glass tables, each grouping separated by tall planters filled with tropical greenery. The windows facing the street stretched from floor to ceiling and the morning sunlight poured through them, making everything gleam with opulence and wealth.