Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
He turns to me, he’s so close I can smell him again.
“Back already?”
I keep my mouth shut but want to fight. Does he not realize I’ve been working on this since this afternoon?
I nod my head and suddenly feel the ponytail holder slip from my hair. I want to moan; it happens all the time, my hair just having a mind of its own and breaking free from the elastic band and thrusting itself at people.
I swear if I have one more guy try to seduce me by pulling my hair… He notices immediately, his nostrils flare and it’s like he’s frozen in place before he marches over to his desk.
Great, I’m going to get yelled at again.
He grabs something from inside his desk and picks the ponytail holder off the ground.
“Turn.”
“Pardon?”
It’s like he’s trying to hold his breath.
“Please turn around.”
Slowly, I turn around, then look over my shoulder. What the heck is he going to do with two paper clips and a broken elastic band?
I’m starting to wonder if he’s just going to pull them apart and stab me on either side of the neck he’s taking so long, then suddenly massive hands wrap around my hair, grazing my shoulders in the process, he gently pulls my hair back into a low ponytail and wraps the hair perfectly inside it, nice and tug.
“All done. You can turn around now.”
I touch the back of my hair.
“Did you just MacGyver a broken elastic band with paperclips?”
He doesn’t smile, no, he just frowns.
“Who can’t?”
“Normal people?” I offer.
He shrugs his massive shoulders.
“I’m not normal.”
I can’t stop staring at his full mouth and the way his tongue licks out on his full bottom lip. In moments like this, when he isn’t frowning or speaking, I see all of the appeal.
If he doesn't date, has done other things? I’m suddenly very curious.
He cocks his head to the side and holds out his hand, embarrassment washes over when I give him my hand only to have him reach for the black leather portfolio in the other.
I quickly jerk away, mouth dry.
“Everything should be in there, I can read it out loud to you if you want?”
He holds up a finger like he’s trying to concentrate, great now I’m getting silenced. Well, we had one small moment, I guess.
I wait for his eyes to roam over the schedule and turn to look out his windows. The moon isn’t full, but it has an orangish hue, it’s really pretty as the sun starts to set. He’s clearly taking his time in reading, at least he’s not yelling and at least I have a full stomach, and a pretty view.
“This part.” He’s suddenly behind me, making me jump a foot and stumble back against him. The portfolio falls to the ground, papers go flying around our feet and I’m once again leaning back against him, with his hands on my shoulders. I look up to my right and try to get away.
“Don’t. Move,” he rasps, his eyes seem to glow a bright blue, but it’s probably a trick of the light. Except I can feel his arousal against my body. He’s hard as steal. I try moving again.
“I said…” His voice deepens.
“Don’t move.”
A plethora of emotions cross his face from lust to despair, back to anger and irritation that he’s touching me.
His words from the gala come back to haunt me.
Basically calling me ugly without makeup, ugly without his money. Suddenly hurt all over again, I jerk away as hard as I can and stumble forward toward the door.
A hand grips my wrist and flips me around, whipping my hair around my face.
His eyes are blazing blue.
“I told you not to move!”
“You scared me!” I yell back.
“Oh, is that fear I smell?” He inhales deeply and tilts my chin toward his.
“They’re all the same. Every last one. Who sent you? Why are you really here?”
“What?” I search his eyes in confusion.
“To get a job, you paranoid psychopath!”
“You should run.” He chuckles.
“And see what happens to this paranoid psychopath. I won’t ask again, who sent you?”
“The agency!” I yell.
“And you can’t control my movements, and this is a workplace. HR!”
His laugh is dark, I feel it down my body as chills erupt—not of fear but excitement.
“Report all you want, but I know your thoughts. I know you really don’t want to report me, or leave this job, or your apartment, I know that you already feel me between your thighs, people like you…” He glares.
“…want one thing.”
I gulp.
“What’s that?
“To be hunted.”
Chapter 11
Primal Need
ELI
The words coming out of my own mouth actually make me want her more, like this primal need I know I shouldn’t have. It’s an out-of-body experience. I don’t even recognize my own voice.
Her hair alone would be a siren's call.
I want to tug it, pull her back to me, and then I want to keep her safe from the world while still making sure I’m the only Alpha in it.