Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
The elevator doors open after I scan my card, and I stride inside, scan my card, and press the down button as well as the door closing one, attempting to get this damn thing down to the parking garage before Celeste makes it there. I saw her locking up her spa, this time without a key, seeing as how I made sure the work order she requested was approved on Monday morning, so the next day, Celeste had what she requested. A more upgraded model than the one she pointed out to our maintenance team. Monica raised her eyebrows when I signed off on the upgrade, allowing Celeste to open and unlock the doors on her app in case she’s with a client and by herself in a room, or if she feels unsafe, she can lock herself in or walk away, use the app and be on her way. The next thing on my list of plans was to link it to my phone. That way, it would alert me when she walked into her spa and when she left. Stalker much? Probably. Even Nico’s eyebrows touched his hairline when I mentioned that piece of information.
“Finally,” I breathe out as the elevator doors open to the employee parking garage just as Celeste rounds the corner. Talk about impeccable timing. She’s in her standard uniform of black scrubs, something that shouldn’t be hot as hell. The material is form fitting across her chest and ass. Her hair is up in a messy bun this time, and my hands itch to pull it out if its tie, my fingers tugging on it until her head tips up and my lips meet hers.
“I’m pretty sure we spoke about you walking through the garage late at night.” I come up behind her, proving a point while also getting a fantastic fucking view of her peach-shaped ass. Celeste’s body stops. My front meets her back, feeling the two globes that I’ve thought about non-stop, whether it’s holding her backside in my hands as my cock tunnels in and out of her wet pussy or the thought of licking her slick folds, my finger pressing into that forbidden entrance, feeling her suck it further, loving what I’m giving her.
“Son of a bitch, you scared the life out of me.” Celeste’s body isn’t relaxed like it was in the elevator or the last time. She’s holding herself completely rigid, as if I’m a stranger.
“Well, I wouldn’t have if you’d used the number I gave you,” I grunt, taking a step back. She spins around. That’s when I see it. The look clearly written on her face is one mixed with sadness and anger. The only problem is, I have no idea what or who put it there. I lift my hand, about to cup her cheek, but Celeste doesn’t allow that. Instead, she dips away.
“No, we’re not doing that, Mr. Hayes, not now and not ever. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going home for the night.” What the fuck? is all I can think of at the moment. My mind is trying to put the pieces together as I watch Celeste walk away while I’m standing there waiting for the answer to magically appear. It takes me a second or two, then my strides eat up the distance between us, wondering if it’s her being my employee or something else happened.
“Celeste, you want to tell me why you were burning so hot for me not even five days ago and now you’re icing me out?” I say, making it to her side, this time not touching her because of the hands-off vibe she’s emitting. I’d bet money my balls would be at risk.
“You think I don’t realize you’re a player?” She presses the button on her car remote, unlocking it as we make the short walk to it.
“What are you talking about?” I respond to her question with a question of my own. In my younger years, was that the truth? Absolutely. It’s also been well over fifteen years since that happened. College days, frat parties, you name it, I was there during those years of my life. After college, it was business. There was the occasional woman, but nothing like she’s accusing me of now. Vanessa was a business partner and friend of sorts; it was easier for her to go to a business event with me than some other guy who would make something out of nothing. One day, she’ll realize it’s okay to not like men, preferring women. If only she’d get her head out of her ass and tell her parents.
“You walked into my spa with another woman, Wylde, after practically dry humping me in an elevator. Why in the actual fuck would I use your number? If it was your intention to make a fool out of me, you succeeded. I won’t be the other woman, and I won’t ever do that to someone, so consider this conversation over.” She opens her door to get it then slams it shut, giving me barely any time to back away before she’s reversing out of her parking spot.