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)
“This is Natasha Marx who works with me.”
Nicholas shakes my hand and smiles. “Hello Natasha.”
Oh my god, he touched my hand…freaking out right now.
“Hello.” I nervously smile. He then turns his attention to Adrian and they shake hands.
“Nicholas Anastas.” He nods and smiles.
“Adrian Murphy.” Adrian smiles. They stay shaking hands a little too long and I have to say the chemistry between them is off the charts. Nicholas is an older, maybe fortyish, European, six-foot-two, gorgeous man and in perfect physical condition. He is wearing a charcoal suit and I am a little in awe of his beauty. He is so much better looking in person than I ever imagined. He has a presence, like Joshua and Adrian. I think all powerful and dominant men have it. His and Adrian’s eyes are locked on each other. What the hell? Adrian’s eyes widen at the contact and Nicholas frowns as he looks down at their hands.
Shit, what is going on here? Adrian
pulls his hand out of Nicholas’s grip a little too quickly and looks nervously at me as he swallows.
Henry smiles. “Nice to meet you.” Then he walks toward the door.
Nicholas, however, stands still on the spot, his eyes drilling into Adrian.
“It’s been very nice, Adrian,” his husky voice whispers, he nods and is out the door.
Joshua frowns. “What the hell was that about?” he asks Adrian.
“I have no idea.” He wipes his forehead in frustration.
I do wide eyes at Adrian and link my arm through his. “Oh my god, the hottest man on the planet just totally made a play at you.” I giggle. Joshua turns and looks at me deadpan.
“I mean second hottest man on the planet after you, of course, baby.” I smile.
He fake smiles back and nods his head. “Sure you did,” he mouths at me. We take our seats.
“Who was that god?” Adrian asks me, wide eyed.
“Only one of the most intelligent men on the planet. He’s a psychologist. You’re right. He is a god and a bloody good author, not to mention smoking frigging hot.”
Josh puts his menu down and rolls his eyes at me. “Down low on the frigging hot,” he snaps. I smile and grab his hand. I have to say I am loving jealous Mr. Stanton a little too much, he’s just simply too delicious.
I am interrupted by a man who comes through the crowd to our table.
“Excuse me, Mr. Murphy.”
Adrian frowns. It is then I notice Adrian’s bodyguard coming up behind the man.
“Can I help you?” he asks the man. The man looks at the bodyguard and then at Adrian, unsure of who he is. Adrian looks a little embarrassed.
“I’m a friend of Nicholas Anastas,” he says. My eyes must light up because Joshua squeezes my hand so tight, he nearly breaks a bloody finger.
Adrian turns to his bodyguard. “It’s OK, Sam.” The bodyguard backs off and the man narrows his eyes as if summing up the situation and turns back to Adrian.
“Mr. Anastas asked me to give you this. He said to tell you he would have come back himself, but the photographers were following him, and he didn’t want to embarrass you.” He passes Adrian a business card, dips his head and walks away. Adrian looks at the business card and frowns and then turns it over to read the back, he then bites his lip and smiles at Joshua. Joshua is sitting watching Adrian with his elbow on the table, running the side of his pointer back and forth over his lip, his thinking position.
I, however, am just about to wet myself. “Oh my god, Adrian, what does it say?”
He passes me the card.
Let me take you out for dinner
Call me +441.695.8720
Nicholas
“Holy crap, Adrian. He is asking you out for dinner. Oh, and I love the wording so…dominant and sexy.” Anyone would think he was asking me. I’m like a little kid.
Josh smiles and gets out his phone. “That was very Hollywood, don’t you think?” He smiles at Adrian as he raises a brow. Who, I think, has been rendered speechless.
“It was, wasn’t it?” he whispers, wide eyed.
“He looks like that dude off True Blood,” Josh says as he tries to think of his name.
“Who?” I frown.
“You know, the hot ripped guy…European.”
“Yes, Joe Manganiello. He does, Adrian,” I snap. “Oooohh my Goooddd, I looove Joe Manganiello.” I wipe my forehead to accentuate my point as I grab Adrian’s hand over the table.
Adrian frowns. “He was a bit of a Greek god, wasn’t he?”
“Are you kidding—no contest.” I smile.
Joshua starts to read to us from his phone; he has obviously just googled Mr. Anastas.
“OK, here are the facts.” He raises his eyebrows at Adrian. “Greek, forty-two, gay, successful author, estimated wealth at two hundred million.” He frowns as he reads the next bit of the information and pauses. “Tragically his husband died in a snow-skiing accident eight years ago.”