Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
I swipe a hand through my hair as I catch my reflection in the smoked mirrored wall. Black shirt, black pants, fury sitting in the space between his eyes. I look less like a man in a club than a man about to wield one. The woman will drive me to fucking Botox.
I lower myself into a wingback chair and reach for the bottle of cognac to top up my glass. It’s decent, at least, I think. Setting the bottle back, I cross my ankle over my knee and affecting an air of nonchalance. Inside, I am not calm. My body is tense, and my head is a swirl of angry, conflicting thoughts as I wait for her.
I don’t wait long.
“Come on, Doc. Don’t make it hard for me.”
I hear Jacque’s voice before I see him. My gut tightens as I put down my glass and stand.
“I thought that was Zoe’s job?” Primrose snipes from the hallway beyond. Despite her unhappy tone and the conversation we’re about to have, relief floods my veins that she’s agreed to see me. Rather that than be carried out over my shoulder.
“She tell you that?” Jacques sounds tired.
“I have eyes,” she retorts sharply. “Fuckknuckle,” she adds with a violent fricative.
“You kiss your… you know what? I don’t need to know who you kiss with that mouth.”
“Then you should’ve left me downstairs.”
“I don’t like it when I can’t do my job.”
“That’s a you problem. And I’m not your job.”
“Come on, Doc, keep those feet moving. Unless you want me to carry you the rest of the way.”
“Try it and find yourself with a knee somewhere very unpleasant.”
The pair round the corner, Lavender’s wrathful expression appearing first. Jacques’s mildly apologetic once follows close behind her.
“All right, Bobby big balls,” she announces, throwing out her hands. “You got me here. Say what you have to say so I can get the fuck away.”
“That will be all.”
“Me or him?” she demands, incandescent in her rage. “And just so you’re aware, I am nowhere done with this mood.”
“Noted.” My eyes glide to my assistant. “Thank you, Jacques.”
With a nod, he dissolves from sight, leaving us alone, the air crackling furiously between us.
Her hair is wild from dancing, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes bright with the kind of ferocity that could easily start a fire.
“Primrose.”
“Lying arsehole.” Her gaze flicks over me, refusing to settle in one place. Perhaps she’s deciding which part of me to scorch first. “Done with the girlfriend already?” Her question is sharp as she moves deeper into the room, her steps slow and dangerously feminine. High, high heels and a short, short dress that’s just a twirl away from revealing everything under it.
“Done with Alejandro?” I force my shoulders to relax as my eyes glide up her bare legs. Farther until they reach her face.
“Why? Were you planning on making a cozy foursome?”
“I’m not sure Amélie would appreciate that.”
Her eyes flash, her jealousy an unexpected thrill as she comes to a stop by the side of the laden low table. She bends to pick up my glass, flashing me an ample amount of cleavage in the process. And a lot of leg and ass, courtesy of the smoky glass wall behind her.
I’m appalled her cheap shot has such a visceral effect as my abs tense and my balls tighten. My head is fit to burst that other men might see her like this. Touch her like I do. If not now, then when we’re through. I thrust away the unwelcome thought. I want to trap her in a fucking cage and keep her always.
She lifts my glass of cognac to her red-painted mouth, her eyes glittering dangerously over the rim. “What happened to sharing?” she purrs.
My brow contracts. Did Amélie suggest that…?
“Not that it matters.” One of her shoulders lifts and falls carelessly. “I’m not sure Alejandro would be down.” The final word in her taunt is reminiscent of a blow job. And I thought my head was hurting before. She must want me to kill him.
“Do you know you’ve got a vein pulsing in your temple?” Her tone? Casual as fuck.
“I am unsurprised.”
“I’d get that looked at if I were you. Can’t be too careful at your age.” She sips and tries not to grimace as she swallows.
I bark out a laugh—her words, her expression. Fucking unbelievable, this furiously maddening woman.
“If Amélie is interested in sharing.” I pluck the glass from her hand and turn it in my own. “Rest assured, the invitees would be women.” I press my lips over the red stain of her pout.
“That’s a really shitty excuse.” She scowls at me as though disappointed. “Try harder, Luc. She was practically dry humping you.”
“Yes, for effect.”
She makes a frustrated noise and crosses her arms over her chest. I try not to stare to the almost perfect framing of her breasts. Perfect would be my hands.