Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Another hand,” Ethan says, clapping his hands together.
“What’s going on?” she asks, refusing to look at me.
Perhaps she thinks I resent her for not telling me that Pike is her uncle. But she didn’t choose her family. In my head, my father laughs cruelly. You’re letting her blind you. Or maybe I just don’t want to be so damn cynical all the time.
“It’s fine,” I say. “You don’t have to stay.”
“Is something wrong?” She says, looking at Ethan.
Ethan quickly tells her. “Want to help us call around for some people for a project?”
She chews her plump lip. Christ. I wish she’d stop doing that. And I wish she’d never stop. Even from the other side of the room, it’s like I can smell her perfume, or that just-her scent that triggers something primal in me.
“Sure,” she murmurs after a pause, finally glancing at me.
Her cheeks are a gorgeous shade of red. When she brushes her hair behind her ear, her new earrings wink at me.
The three of us settle in the pit. Our first task is to choose which workers could viably fulfill this role, which doesn’t take long. Then it’s time to make the calls.
The entire time, I risk looking over at Izzy. I love the way she twirls her hair around her finger as she talks on the phone. The way her face lights up into a smile. She’s been through so much, but she hasn’t let it dim her light. I could learn something from that.
Thirty minutes later, we’ve managed to convince two workers to get on a flight tonight.
“Two more and we’re done,” Ethan says. “Shouldn’t be too—” He curses when his personal cell rings. “Sorry.” He takes it out of his bag and answers. “Hey, babe. No, yeah. No. There was an emergen—Well, what do you want from me? I have to work.”
He huffs and drops his phone onto the desk, scowling.
“Trouble in paradise?” I ask.
“All she wants to do is argue,” he groans.
“You can go. We’re almost done.” I can tell he wants to—he’s been having problems with his girlfriend for a while—but he’s too loyal to go without a fight.
“Dom, you need me here—”
“Go,” I say firmly. “We’ve got this, right, Izzy?”
She looks up at me with one of those reassuring, warm smiles of hers. “Yep. I’m feeling good about this next call. It won’t be long.”
“Are you sure?” Ethan asks doubtfully.
“I’m certain. It’ll only be more difficult for you if you wait.”
“Relationships,” Ethan says, groaning. “You’ve got the right idea, Dom.”
Izzy looks sharply at him, then quickly averts her gaze.
“See ya,” Ethan says. “And thanks, Dom. Really.”
Ethan hurries from the office, almost tripping. I make the next call, pacing the office, feeling Izzy’s eyes on me from time to time. I’m suddenly very aware that it’s just us in here.
Three more calls, and I manage to convince one more worker. I sit at the desk, waiting for Izzy to finish hers. Again, she’s twirling her hair around her finger. “Oh, sure,” she says. “I can wait.” She hums softly as she waits. I try not to look at the way her blouse pulls tightly across her chest, but it’s difficult.
Fuck. I look down at the desk, pretending to be interested in a random piece of paper. I can’t be getting hard at my office, can I? This is completely inappropriate. I shudder as I try to push down the impulse. I’m not this kind of boss, never have been.
“Oh, great,” she says, voice bright. “Thank you. This means the world to us!”
She hangs up, letting out a sigh. “It’s done,” she tells me. “He’ll go to California.”
“Fantastic,” I say. “I’ll arrange the flights. They’re already on their way to the airport. Can you get me their emails so I can send the bookings?”
“Sure thing,” she murmurs.
That eats up another fifteen minutes, then we’re alone in the office. It’s almost eight o’clock. I stand in the pit, my arms behind my back as though that will stop me from reaching out for her.
“Thanks for tonight,” I say.
“Don’t mention it,” she murmurs, standing on the other side of the cubicles.
Her hands are crossed in front of her, meaning she’s pushing the perfect round globes of her tits together without even meaning it. I’m a goddamn savage, but I can’t stop looking, can’t stop dreaming and imagining.
I could tear off that blouse, reveal her juicy, bouncy tits. Rip off her bra with my teeth, then greedily attack her nipples until she’s ready for every inch I’m going to give her. I’d slide my hand down her belly, into her skirt, find her slick pussy and—
Fucking stop.
She tilts her head at me. It’s like she knows what I’m thinking. Perhaps she likes it, or maybe she wants it too.
“What?” I ask when the tension gets to be too much.