Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Jesus, what the fuck are you wearing, Miss Marx? Are you offering me yourself on a platter? Just looking at you is driving me crazy with lust. But you already know that, don’t you?” He smiles into my neck as his lips fall down to where my shirt meets my shoulders, his mouth hungrily running over my goose bump-covered flesh. I smile and pull his mouth back to mine. It has been five days since we made love and I have to say in all honesty I am gagging for it, his words not mine. His hard erection digs into my thigh and he grabs my behind to pull me onto it. I won’t even make it to lunch at this rate.
“Josh, we are going out for lunch, remember.”
“I’ll have you for lunch,” he whispers, smiling into my neck.
Hmm, that does sound more appealing, I have to admit. “We can’t. I invited Adrian.”
He immediately pulls back and frowns at me. “Why? I wanted you to myself.”
I smile. “Because I need to get to know him seeing he is probably going to be my only friend in LA.”
“You have me, and I can be a friend with very, very…” he pumps his hips into me, “…good benefits.” He runs his lips down my neck again and my eyes close at the contact. I can’t even play hard to get, who am I kidding?
“And Cam, you will have Cam.” He raises his eyebrows as if talking to a child.
“Cam’s going to be a doctor doing shiftwork at a hospital and when he’s not there…. Let’s face it, he will be playing Dr. Dreamy in bed. Besides I have a lot in common with Adrian.” He smiles and nods as if understanding my point.
“Come on then.” He releases the tight hold he has on my body and I feel the loss of the contact. “Let me give you a tip, Miss Marx,” he growls as his eyes drop to my skirt and then back up to my breasts. “If you want to make it through lunch without being fucked on the table, you had better change clothes. This whole secretary thing you have going on—” he waves his hand up the length of my body, “—is making me so hard I might break you.”
I smile and bite my lip. “I didn’t bring any spare clothes, Mr. Stanton. I hope I don’t get into trouble, sir,” I whisper darkly. Two can play this game. If he wants to play bosses and secretaries, he had better well be good at it.
He smirks a smile and does up my top button. His eyes linger on my lips. “You’re a beautiful slut.” He turns me so my back is to his front and pulls me against his erection. “I can’t wait to fuck you with those glasses on.” He bites my neck hard from behind and smacks me hard on the behind as he pushes me forward.
We walk out through the lobby to wait for Adrian with our hands linked and I am immediately made aware, by the amount of attention we are getting, that the staff have never seen Joshua with anyone. All of his workers are doing a double take at the affection between us. The two female secretaries literally swoon at the sight of him, so much so I don’t think they even notice I am actually on the other end of his arm, silly bitches. Hmm, mental note, watch out for secretaries; he seems a little too interested in secretary getup for my liking. Adrian joins us and the three of us head to lunch together with our three bodyguards trailing behind us. Is this necessary? It all seems a bit dramatic.
We go to a place a few blocks from the building and head into the reception. We are greeted by a waitress whose eyes linger a little too long on my two lunch dates. She doesn’t even look at me, how annoying. Honey, wipe the drool from your chin, it’s kind of embarrassing. While we are waiting to be seated a bustle comes through the restaurant. A group of reporters have just spotted someone and are rushing toward him as he leaves the restaurant. I turn to see who they are looking at and I see my boss Henry walking toward me.
“Hi, Natasha, you guys having lunch?” I nod and smile and turn to introduce Adrian and Joshua when I am literally stunned to silence. My absolute guru, Nicholas Anastas, is walking up behind Henry. My eyes literally pop from their sockets and luckily Henry knows what’s going on in that messed-up head of mine and takes over the introductions.
“Hi, I’m Henry, Natasha’s boss, and this is Nicholas Anastas.”
Joshua shakes Henry’s hand first. “Joshua Stanton.” He smiles and then shakes Nicholas’s hand. “Joshua Stanton.” He smiles again. I am standing, stunned to my core. This man is the most brilliant psychologist on the planet and has written the very bible of psychology. He is a world-famous author. I am totally dumbstruck—I have no words.