Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“I think we have crackers here, but maybe Sprite. I appreciate your fast thinking, but ginger ale tastes terrible.” She pushes the cup off to the side, grabs the toothbrush and toothpaste that’s meant for single use, and turns around.
“Anything for you. Ta-ta for now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Samuel says with a flare before he’s off to enjoy a few hours before it’s time to get back to work.
“Maci.”
“Tysen.”
We say each other’s names at the same time. My phone decides to dance around in my pocket, but I ignore it. This is more important. She’s more important.
“You first,” I tell her, crowding her space now that she’s facing me. Her ass meets the counter, and with the heels she has on, Maci’s is at the perfect height for me. The toe of my shoe moves hers to open, giving me enough room to spread her legs and step between them. I lick my lips, more than ready to act on that desire she has blazing in her eyes, except she’s sick, and we have a lot to talk about. Still, I stay in her personal space.
“Well, I mean, I don’t really know what to say. This is a shock to my system. When Samuel said your name earlier, the last thing I thought was that I’d be working for you, or ever see you again for that matter.” Maci is unsure of herself. The self-assured woman who had no problem telling me what she liked and how she liked isn’t currently here, and I can tell by the way she’s spinning the ring on her index finger that her nerves are at an all-time high. My hand covers hers in an attempt to calm her worries, when all it does is light a fire deep inside me. There’s no stopping my cock from perking up. This woman has my guts tied up in knots and my dick ready to explode.
“Motherfucking Christ.” My phone starts vibrating again. It only stopped for the barest of a second before it started up again. “Give me one minute. We’re going to talk. I think we both have a lot to say. My damn phone hasn’t stopped since we landed, which means it’s work related or worse.” Maci nods in response. I pull my phone out of my pocket without bothering to check the screen.
“Hello.” My voice is gruff, pissed that this conversation is taking me away from a much more important one.
“Fuckin’ finally, dude. I got a hit. Maci Vesper. She’s a flight attendant, and she was just picked up by the agency we use,” Jude rushes through the news he’s been desperate to give me.
“I know,” I reply.
“How, when the information only came across my screen ten minutes ago? No way you were able to do what my sexy systems can do.” This fucker, he’s always on about his machines being the prettiest, working the most, and always putting out for him. I swear to god, he’s a man obsessed.
“Because she’s standing right here in front of me.” My eyes move over the length of Maci, taking in her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and bloodshot eyes.
“Damn, all that searching, and she practically lands at your feet. Well, guess you’re good, then. Catch you back in Florida,” Jude ends the conversation. The click of the phone is the last thing I hear in my ear.
I deposit the phone back in my pocket before I press both my hands to her hips, lifting her slightly until her ass is planted on the counter. Maci might be feeling like shit, but I still get to her. The sharp intake of breath, her chest rising and falling along with her nipples tightening into taut peaks beneath her shirt tell me so.
“You looked for me?” Maci asks with a tone of disbelief.
“Tried. Do you know how many variations of your name there are? And I had no clue where to even start. Finally pulled in the big guns, my friend Jude. He’s a genius when it comes to anything tech, and he’s tapping into tracking people now. Only took him two days to find you with the details I gave him, which wasn’t much.” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if I’d be hitting it and quitting with her.
“I don’t know why you’d have to search for me when I left you a note with my name and phone number.” This time, it’s me who’s puzzled. “What? I did, promise. I’d say you can ask someone, but the only friend I told is Samuel. I kind of spilled the beans about what happened back in Vegas, a story for another time,” Maci mutters the last part quietly. “My flight re-scheduled, and it was by sheer will and determination that I made it to the gate in time. I penned a quick note and left it on the table by the door before I dashed out of the hotel room. I’d have thought with the ruckus I made, you’d have woken up.” Her lips lift up in a quirk. “Anyways, I assumed no answer was an answer, and now we’re here.”