Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Hey, wait a minute!” I cry, beating at his broad back with my fists. But he doesn’t even seem to feel it. Instead, the alpha male strides along the property, his long legs eating up the distance. “Where are you taking me? I can’t leave Button, she’s off leash!”
“I don’t give a fuck about your dog, and I definitely don’t give a fuck about what you want,” he growls, heading for a nondescript black car. “Get in!”
He opens the door and literally tosses me into the passenger seat before reaching around and strapping the seatbelt viciously around my curves. I swear, if Karl could bind me with a rope, I think he’d do it. But the seatbelt is all there is, and his big hands work quickly. Within seconds, I’ve been restrained, and he’s in the driver’s seat as we take off with a rush.
“Oh my god!” I shriek. “You’re kidnapping me! I’m going to tell—”
“Tell who?” he barks, his hands gripping the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “Your brother? The police? Who?” he demands roughly.
My mouth snaps shut because there’s no one to call. Instead, my over-protective bodyguard has me where he wants, and against all odds, a thrill of excitement runs down my spine ... because I can’t wait to see what he does with my wet curves next.
6
Karl
She’s insane. That’s the long and the short of it. Patrick O’Lachlan warned me that his sister was a handful, but he didn’t mention that Ainsley also suffers from mental illness.
After all, what in the world could drive a woman to sacrifice herself for a dog? If the dog had been a child, I’d get it. But a dog? Come on. That damn thing didn’t even thank Ainsley after being rescued. It ran off, happy as can be, chasing a butterfly like nothing had just happened.
But now we’re back at the Degas. I dragged Ainsley up to her suite, ignoring the guests who stared at a massive bodyguard striding through the lobby with a puny, damp woman over his shoulder. Then, I keyed open the door to her suite, before striding through the living room and entering the master bath. It’s a luxurious set-up, with a marble countertop, double sinks, and a massive stall for showering. But I don’t care about that. Instead, I’ve filled the tub with hot water and glower at Ainsley.
“Get in,” I rasp, my expression thunderous.
“What?” she squeaks, covering her big breasts with her arms. Those narrow shoulders shiver with cold, even as she tries to be impertinent. “No! First, I need to know how you have the key to my suite.”
I glare at her, towering over her tiny form by at least a foot.
“I have the keys to your suite because your brother called the hotel and authorized me,” I say in a slow voice, like she’s a child. “Your brother is the one paying the bills, and the hotel knows that. So now, I have your key.”
“What?” Ainsley squeals again, adorable despite the fact that she’s dripping wet. Her red hair hangs in a rope down her back, and her soaked clothes cling to her curves, emphasizing her hourglass shape. “I’m talking to Patrick,” she says in a rush. “No way you should have keys to my suite! You could barge in at anytime!”
“Yeah, I think that’s the point,” I drawl. “I’m your bodyguard, and I should be able to access this space in case you’re in danger. Now get in the tub,” I growl in a thunderous voice. “Otherwise, I’m going to make you do it, and it’s not going to be pretty.”
She glares at me, but her shivers have become so strong that her teeth are chattering audibly.
“Okay, fine,” she grunts with a baleful look my way. “But give me some privacy, okay? A girl needs her privacy.”
“No,” I state in a flat voice.
Ainsley stares at me, her cheeks slowly going pink with a flush.
“Excuse me?” she asks. “You’re going to stand here as I get undressed and take a bath? That is not what my brother had in mind.”
I stare right back at her, engaging in a war of the wills.
“I assure you, your brother wants me to do my job. If he finds out that you almost drowned this morning, he’ll authorize handcuffs. Meaning that you and I will be handcuffed together, sweetheart. Yes, every time you use the facilities, I’ll be there. Every time you want to call one of your friends, I’ll be right next to you, listening to the conversation. Every time you want to fuck your douchey boyfriend, I’ll be in the bed next to you, watching as your asshole is fucked to within an inch of its life!” I storm.
“You are so gross, you know that?” Ainsley hisses, her face now a fiery tomato red. “Who says I like ass fucking anyways? You’re such a brute.”