Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Well, isn't this interesting?
The tiny blonde has both determination and fire in her eyes. She's pissed. Is she one of his mistresses? Based solely on her black leggings, winter boots, and a pink sweater that fits her curves, I doubt she is one of his, as her clothing appears to be from an ordinary retailer. If she is his mistress, he's not paying her very well. But she's gorgeous enough to be.
Her dark green eyes lock onto me and narrow, making my cock harden. Well, fuck me. She has plump lips and a heart-shaped face, but that button nose of hers and high cheekbones make her striking. Perfection, really. Across her cheeks and nose are glittery freckles, making her look like a real-life pixie.
“Who the hell are you?” she asks, marching right in and glancing around. “And where is that asshole?” She rolls her eyes. “You must be the lawyer.” The tiny spitfire shakes her head, like a mother disappointed in her child. “Got on a thirty thousand dollar suit but still look like you fight squirrels for bread.”
I simply stare at her. What the fuck does that even mean? I'm going with it because she is by far the most interesting and entertaining human I have come across in a long time, if ever.
"Are we counting the cufflinks? That would up it another five grand."
"Good, I'm glad you got money. You're going to need it after I sue your client for stalking." I love the confidence she speaks with. It’s sexy as fuck. This spitfire is the full package.
"Stalking?"
"Yeah, he's obsessed with me." She flicks her hair over her shoulder.
"Can't say I blame him."
"Don't try your lawyerly smooth talk on me."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Because you evil bloodsuckers don't dream. You're a bunch of nightmares." I can't argue with that, but I want to if it keeps her engaged.
"Stalking?" I do want to get back to that.
"He's pissed. I gave him the slip and outed him to his wife."
"You were dating him?"
"Oh, God no." She takes a couple of steps back like my words assaulted her.
"He was merely a job." No, I don't believe it. There’s no way this goddess has to sell her body to make money. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I can’t imagine it.
"You're a hooker?"
"Whoa, let's calm down there, and don't be a dick. If I were selling sex, I'd be a high-class call girl."
"My apologies." I sit down in one of the chairs next to the bookcase.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Biff comes striding into his office. I'm back on my feet as he tries to get in her face, intimidating her with his size.
"All right now, like your hairline, you need to take a step back, Cliff." Biff opens and then closes his mouth.
"It's Biff."
"Who cares?" She shrugs, and I’d bet she does know his name and she clearly has his number clocked.
"Oh, you're going to care. I have only just gotten started with you. You think you can rip my life apart, and I won't return the favor?"
She turns to glance toward me. "This is what happens when cousins get too close." It takes all the control I have mastered in my life to keep from laughing.
"My wife left me because of you," he accuses her.
"You're welcome. You don't need to be procreating. This bloodline needs to be cut off. And let’s be clear: Your wife left you because of your intended infidelity.”
"Do you know who I am?" Biff's whole face is turning red, even the tops of his ears. I step closer, worried he might strike her. Over my dead body.
"Yeah, I know who you are. You're the human equivalent of a participation trophy."
“You got a smart fucking mouth.”
“Thank you.” She smirks. “Most of you dumbasses feel that way. Hard to keep up.” Biff sees me stepping closer. I give him a look that suggests he should step back, or I will force him back myself. He takes a breath, getting his anger under control.
She’s quick-witted and clearly knows how to poke and provoke the male ego.
"Are you stalking her?" I ask because the two of them are getting nowhere even if it is entertaining.
"I haven't done anything she hasn't."
"You took all my pictures and tried to do a smear campaign on me."
"If you didn't have whoring pictures online, then it wouldn't have happened."
"If you could keep your dick in your pants, none of this would have happened," she throws back at him.
"Maybe I should see these pictures." My curiosity is piqued.
"I'm sure Clifford the Big Red Dog here will be happy to show you."
"She sets up traps to lure men out to ruin their lives."
"A girl's gotta have more than one hobby. My fingers get tired when I knit for too long." She inspects her hands.