Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
"Yes," I whimper, quickly filling her in on the details of the last twenty-four hours of my life. She listens with wide eyes until I finally shut up, and then she throws her head back, laughing hysterically.
"It's not that funny."
"Are you kidding me? We played four different games, convinced we'd never end up with the men we were thinking about when we played them, and so far, three of them have come back to haunt us." She waves her hand in front of the camera, flashing the ring Royce Elliot put on her finger just a few days ago as if to remind me that it's there. "I swore I would never date a client. Now, I'm marrying one. Ava hasn't come up for air since she and Dawson started hooking up. And you're having sex with your boss on top of your desk. We're being haunted by children's games. This could only happen to us, Seraphina."
"Pretty sure they didn't end in orgasms the last time I played," I mutter, and then I laugh because she's right. This could only happen to us. "This is a disaster."
"Why?" She cocks her head to the side.
"Because…because…" I can't think of a reason.
"You like him."
I groan loudly. "He's probably so pissed right now. I just ran away, and then I turned off my phone. He may never speak to me again."
"Give him a little credit," she says softly. "I mean, yeah, maybe he's a cranky asshole most of the time, but if what you said is true, he's been into you for six months, thinking he didn't stand a chance. You'd be cranky too."
"He told me that he saw the game and was terrified that he was going to have to watch me be happy with someone who wasn't him," I whisper, my heart clenching at the reminder. He meant it when he said it.
Emelia's expression softens. "He likes you."
"Yeah, I think so. What am I going to do?"
"Grab that grouch by the devil horns and—"
"Don't say it!"
"Ride him off into the sunset!" she shouts anyway.
I groan, scowling at the screen. "I'm hanging up on you now."
"'Kay. Bye. Love you!" She blows me a kiss, completely unapologetic.
"Love you too." I disconnect and then close my laptop before reaching for my purse. My hand trembles when I pull out my phone, powering it back on. Almost immediately, five missed calls and four texts from him pop up.
Satan's Boss: Are you okay in there?
Satan's Boss: Angel? You good?
Satan's Boss: Your car is gone, so I'm assuming that means you are, too.
Satan's Boss: You don't have to talk to me if you aren't ready. I just need to know that you're okay, angel. If I hurt you, I'll never forgive myself. Please let me know that you're safe.
My heart clenches, tears springing to my eyes. He isn't mad. He's worried about me, worried he hurt me.
Me: You didn't hurt me. I'm safe. I just…I panicked. I'm sorry.
I wait for him to text back, but after half an hour, he still hasn't. I toss my phone down with a sigh and haul myself to my feet to go shower, praying I didn't royally screw up everything.
Chapter Six
Stone
Seraphina's text should reassure me, but it doesn't. I'm worried out of my fucking mind that I hurt her, or that she's already having second thoughts about the two of us.
I pushed too far today, asked for too much too soon. She barely had time to wrap her mind around the fact that I had feelings for her before I had her on top of her desk, fucking her raw. And then she had no time to process what we'd just done before Hector walked in.
If our roles were reversed, I'd have panicked, too.
I'm nervous as hell on the drive to her place. She may very well kick my ass out of there and refuse to ever come back to work. It's going to kill me if that's her choice. I need her in my life. I've come to that conclusion every damn day for the last six months. Finally realizing that maybe, just maybe, I had a shot of making it a reality instead of a pipe dream felt like winning the lottery.
If I fucked it up already, I won't recover.
I pull into her driveway with my heart in my throat. My steps are heavy as I jog to her door, praying she doesn't slam it in my face and tell me to fuck all the way off.
My fist thumps against the heavy oak. I don't think I breathe, not even when I hear her moving around on the other side of the door.
"Angel," I rasp…the only word I can say when she pulls it open. Her hair is dripping wet, her body wrapped in a fluffy blue robe, and nothing else. She looks even more edible than she did two hours ago, sprawled on her desk and whimpering my name.