Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
After the longest hour of my life, I’ve finished the appointment, but I’m not waiting another minute to call him. “I just have to make a call,” I mouth to the boys.
Philippe nods and Stefan says something to him and Philippe smirks.
What the hell are they saying to each other…. Am I the village idiot here?
Anger begins to heat my blood, it’s one thing to have men follow me around but for them to know shit that I don’t is just damn infuriating. I dial Edward’s number.
Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…. The answering machine picks up.
You’ve reached Edward Prescott.
Leave a message.
“How convenient,” I mutter, infuriated, as I hang up. I call him again.
Ring, ring…ring, ring…ring, ring.
You’ve reached Edward Prescott.
Leave a message.
I begin to fume. “Call me immediately.” I march to the car.
“You ready to go?” Philippe smiles as he opens the back door for me.
“Yep,” I snap as I climb in.
Don’t talk to me, asshole, I’m annoyed with you too. When I ask you a question, you fucking answer it. My phone beeps with a text, it’s from Edward.
Mr. Doe
Hi babe, Can’t talk, I’m in a meeting, and back-to-back all afternoon.
I’ll pick you up from work x
He doesn’t want to talk to me?
Why?
I stare out the window as Monaco flies by; a million scenarios are running through my mind and none of them good.
This should be interesting.
“So what’s going on?” Jonty asks as he peers out the shop front window to the men standing out on the curb. “Why are there four of them now?”
I try to act casual. “Oh, I don’t know, they must be rotating soon I guess.” I keep dusting. The shop has never looked better, I’ve been rage cleaning all afternoon.
I’m always so much more productive when I’m pissed.
“Oh, fuck.” Jonty runs away from the window and I know that he must have arrived.
There’s only one person who can frighten the living daylights out of everyone just on sight.
I walk out the back and sit down at my computer to pretend to work.
Just stay calm.
I take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down, I’ve been imagining the worst scenarios in my head all day and I don’t even know what’s going on.
She’s probably a reporter or something completely innocent.
My gut tells me she isn’t, I know she isn’t.
The bell sounds over the door. “Good afternoon, Jonty.” I hear the deep English accent.
“Ah…. Hello, Mr. Edward,” Jonty replies nervously.
“I trust you are well?”
“I am, and you?”
“I’m great. Where is Miss Sorenson?”
“She’s in her office.”
I puff air into my cheeks as I prepare for battle.
“Good afternoon, Miss Sorenson,” his sexy deep voice purrs.
I look up to see him leaning on the doorjamb with his shoulder, he’s wearing a perfectly fitted navy suit and crisp white shirt. His hair is messed to just-fucked perfection and he looks like a walking orgasm.
Infuriating.
“Hello.” I fake a smile. “I’ll just be a moment.” I go back and open my email to try and look busy and important.
“How was my girl’s day?” he asks as he walks in and closes the door.
“Interesting.” I hit the computer key with force.
He walks around behind me and leans down and kisses my neck, his teeth graze my skin.
Don’t dare try and hypnotize me with your magical dick tonight, Edward, I am not in the mood.
“Let’s go and have some dinner.” He bites me again and goose bumps scatter up my arms.
I wiggle away from him. “We’re at work. Stop it.”
He smiles against my skin. “That just makes me want you more.” He bites me again.
Ughh….
How am I supposed to be angry with him when my traitorous body just wants him all the time?
This attraction is becoming very inconvenient.
I close my computer down. “Let’s go.” I stand.
His hands are in his suit pant pockets and his eyes hold mine. “Where’s my kiss?”
“Later.” I brush past him and collect my things. “Jonty,” I call. “Let’s go, honey.”
“Honey?” He raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
“Yeah.” I widen my eyes. “What about it?” Fight me, asshole, I dare you…. I am in the mood to end you tonight.
Amusement flashes across his face. “You need to eat.”
“I’m not angry because I’m hungry, Edward, not even you could be that stupid.”
“Careful,” he warns.
“Who was she?”
He runs his tongue over his teeth, angered by my tone.
“And before you say anything, I want you to think long and hard about how you answer. Because believe me, Edward, when I say this, I can forgive anything as long as I am told the truth. But if you lie to me there is no coming back from that.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Do not dare roll your fucking eyes at me,” I whisper angrily. “Who was she?”
“We will have this conversation later.”
“When?”
“Alora,” he snaps. “Do not give me your fucking attitude. I said we will talk about it later, and we will.” He turns and walks out of my office and out the front door of the store.