Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He appeared too sophisticated to be a college student, but since he also appeared too well off to be faculty, everyone eventually (albeit not collectively) came to the conclusion that he could only be one of the three major Fs in one's life: family, friend, or fuck partner.
In truth, however, the man was actually either none or everything of the above, depending on who was being asked.
Damian sternly repressed the urge to smile the moment his gaze fell on the dark-haired girl seated atop her metallic pink luggage, gaze downcast while she idly kicked pebbles out of her way with the tip of her sneaker-clad foot.
He slid his hands into his pockets as he halted a few feet away from her. A pebble rolled towards him at the exact moment, and he heard Sarah's audible intake of breath when he struck it with the tip of his leather-clad shoe, and the pebble rolled back to her.
"Damian."
The breathy sound of his name on her lips still shook him to the core, and he had to clench his jaw against the urge to yank her towards him so she could say it again but closer, with her lips caressing his ear.
He saw her take a peek behind him, and he was bemused and concerned when her brows automatically furrowed. "What's wrong?" His long-legged stride had him reaching her in moments, but she irritably shook her head at his offer to help her up.
"You shouldn't have come here," Sarah muttered.
"Why not?" The silkiness of Damian's voice effectively hid the fact that her words had him bristling. "Do you have something to hide?"
"What do you think?"
She pointed to something behind him, and when Damian turned around, a part of him expected that he'd be greeted with the sight of a college boyfriend whose face he'd immediately want to punch. But instead...there were girls? A crowd of them, literally, and whose numbers still seemed to be growing by the second. What the fuck?
"That's why I didn't want you to come here," Sarah was grumbling as he turned back to face her. "This place used to be one of the few safe havens I had, you know. No one knew about you, so I never had to listen to another girl talking about liking you, falling in love with you, wanting to have sex—-" Sarah saw Damian frown and made a face. "I'm old enough to drink beer now. Can't I be old enough to say—-"
Damian's blue eyes had turned icy in disapproval now.
"Never mind," she said quickly. "Forget I said anything." She saw him instantly relax and had to hide her smile. Their secret little roleplay of Dom/sub had been going on for three years now, and the only reason she was eager to continue with it was because she had realized early on that he was only ever autocratic where she was concerned. To the rest of the world, his own father included, Damian had cultivated a mild-mannered veneer that had people endlessly praising him for his even temper.
A rather perverse way to make her feel special, Sarah knew, but she would take what she'd get.
They started walking, Damian taking charge of wheeling her luggage next to him while she kept pace on his other side.
"You never offered to pick me up before," she remarked.
"You never refused to take our jet back home before."
"Oh."
"Why did you?"
"I was thinking I should try being a little more independent—-"
"Perish the thought."
A smile broke out of her face. Sarah found these rare instances where Damian sounded British terribly sexy, but she knew better than to tell him. Querulous man that he was, he was likely to start acting and talking like a redneck just to piss her off.
When they reached the parking lot, Sarah couldn't help but gaze admiringly as Damian loaded her luggage into the trunk like it didn't weigh heavier than a basket.
"I spy muscles," she teased in her usual singsong tone.
He turned to her, saying gravely, "I spy drool."
What? She panicked right away and had only started checking the corners of her mouth when she saw the smirk that had unfolded over Damian's lips. Argh! She rushed forward to sock him on the shoulder, but he caught her hand mid-air, and Sarah immediately forgot all about revenge as her breath caught at his touch.
Damian, who was old-fashioned in the sense that he didn't like having a woman strike him for no reason, was about to gently reprimand Sarah for her actions when he belatedly noticed the way she was staring at him. Her lips were also parted slightly open in seeming invitation for a kiss, and the sight had him swiftly letting go of her hand.
"For fuck's sake, Sarah."
All thoughts of admonishment were immediately forgotten, and taking top priority was bundling Sarah into the passenger seat before anyone could catch a glimpse of the expression on her face, which was anything but sisterly.