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)
I let out a deep sigh and turn the kettle on. “You guys get going,” I call to Jonty and Helene. “I’m going to take my time finalizing the cash register.”
“Okay,” Helene calls.
“Good luck on your date tonight,” I call.
“Don’t need luck,” she calls back. “Just condoms.”
Jonty laughs and I smile as I make my tea. I love this girl. They come out of the back room and grab their things. “What’s for dinner?” Jonty asks as he grabs his backpack from his locker.
“No idea, what are you having?”
“Pasta. I think.”
“Sounds good.”
“Lock the door behind us,” Helene says.
“Okay.” I walk them to the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.” They walk out onto the street and I flick the brass lock on the back of the door and turn the Open sign around to Closed. I wind the blinds closed on the front windows and turn the music up.
Knock, knock, knock, sounds on the front door.
“What did you forget?” I call. I walk out the front to see Edward standing at the door. He gives me a slow, sexy smile and my heart skips a beat at the mere sight of him. I open the door in a rush. “Hi.”
“Hi.” His eyes hold mine, big and beautiful, just like I remembered.
How is this man so perfect?
“Can I come in?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ALORA
I smile, embarrassed that I was too starstruck to realize I hadn’t asked already. “Of course.” I step to the side and he walks past me into the store. I look out to see the two cars of guards parked down the street as they wait for their boss. I close the door and flick the lock and turn to see Edward walking into my office.
Nerves dance and I close my eyes to try and calm myself before I walk in after him.
“I thought you must have forgotten about me?” I joke, but it’s not a joke. I’m deadly serious and even more needy.
He takes me into his arms and leans down and kisses me; his lips linger against mine as he holds me close with a warm tenderness. “How could I ever forget about you?” he murmurs. “You’re all I fucking think about.”
Oh….
And it’s there again, the pull to him. A magnetism that I have no chance of fighting. So strong that it’s a tangible force.
“I haven’t seen you in four days,” I whisper.
Shut. Up.
Stop being so needy, play it cool for god’s sake.
“I know.” He kisses me again, his hands slide down my behind. “I have a lot going on at the moment.” He takes my face in his hands and stares down at me, he seems different tonight, more in touch. “But I’m here now.”
“Thank god.” I smile against his lips as we kiss again, deeper, more urgent. I feel his erection up against my stomach. Desperation hits and he pins me up against my desk.
“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispers, his hand moves up my leg and under my skirt. His fingers slide beneath my panties to find me dripping wet and his eyes darken with desire.
“But I live closer, let’s just go to mine,” I pant as arousal begins to pump through my bloodstream.
“I….” He slides a finger deep into my body and I whimper, he adds another and I clench around him. “Staffing issues, you need to come to mine,” he says, distracted.
“Oh…okay.” I clench around his fingers and he inhales sharply as he plunges them deeper. “We need to….” My eyes flutter closed, I can’t speak while he’s doing that.
His teeth drop to my neck and he bites me hard, goose bumps scatter up my spine.
I want a full night together.
“I’m not having sex here, Edward. Wherever we are going, we need to go now.”
He withdraws and puts his fingers into his mouth and as his eyes hold mine he sucks them dry. “Fuck…. You taste good.”
I feel faint.
“Let’s go.” He takes my hand and nearly pulls my arm out of the socket as he pulls me toward the door.
“Wait, I have to lock up.”
“Hurry up about it.” He drags his hand through his hair as if trying to calm himself down.
I grab the keys and my bag and we walk out the door and I turn, lock it and pull the security door down while he waits. I glance over at him, his dark hair is messed up and his big red lips are a wonderful shade of come-fuck-me.
“This way.” He leads me to his car and now that we’re out the front his demeanor feels different, he’s not holding my hand like he usually does. Is that because the guards are watching or does he just not want to?
Oh my god, Alora. Stop overanalyzing every little thing.
He opens the back door of the Bentley and I slide in and over, he crawls in behind me and sits down. “My apartment, please,” he says, void of emotion.