Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
She eyes me and cocks an eyebrow. “Lilly, you’ve got your ‘I would’ face on. Spill.” Oh god, I can’t hide anything from her.
I exhale in a gust. “Have you ever heard of Ellis Corporate?” I glance up at her.
“Vaguely. What about it?”
“Well that’s who I had a meeting with this morning, Mr Ellis.”
“Sounds joyful.” She snorts. “Arrogant arseholes with far too much money.”
“Well, yes, but it turns out that he’s gorgeous, I mean ‘just bend me over the desk right now’ gorgeous.” I cock an eyebrow and eye her meaningfully.
“Oh really?” She smiles wryly.
Having put some spaghetti in a saucepan she goes to the living room and turns on her laptop. After a moment she looks over the top of it at me.
“Wow.” She looks genuinely dumb founded. “Theodore Ellis. He really is uber hot, he looks like a freaking GQ model Lill’s. I wouldn’t kick that out of bed in a hurry.” She starts fanning herself. I realise that I’d never learned his first name before. I move to sit next to her and look at the screen. It’s plastered with image after image of the most beautiful man that has possibly ever lived. He appears in most of the images with an array of some of the most beautiful women that have ever lived. I recognise most of them as some well-known female celebrities. Of course, he's hot, young and rich; naturally women are queuing up for him. There are lots of magazine articles attached to the images. They paint a rather clear picture. Theodore Ellis, the Multi-Millionaire man whore and party animal. I scroll through the images, at various venues; they range from him looking beautiful in a tux to him falling out of cars drunk with women hanging round his neck, and even a couple of him throwing up in an alley. Nice. One thing's for sure though, the man is heart-stoppingly sexy, even with the vomit pictures.
“He likes the ladies.” Molly comments.
“And the ladies like him.” I murmur.
"What's not to like?"
I laugh. "True, and don't get me wrong he's hot obviously, but god he knows it. He is the epitome of what any hot rich guy would be. I get the impression he does and gets whatever he wants.”
“Well he could do me any time.” Molly raises an eyebrow at me.
"He's a client." I counter quickly. “And were you not listening to the afore mentioned fact that he’s an arrogant cock.”
"I admit that is a slight issue, but if it were offered..." She cocks an eyebrow.
I clear my throat. "It practically was."
"What!?"
"I met him at Poison on Saturday night. I didn't know who he was. He tried to get me to go home with him, but you know I’m more of a seductress than a... seducee? Who does that anyway? Then today I go to that meeting and there he is. Afterwards he sent Josh out, pressed me up against the door, asked for my number and tried to kiss me."
"Holy fucking shit." She glances back at the screen and then back to me. "What are you the patron saint of self-control?!" She shrieks.
I laugh. “Maybe. Or maybe just the patron saint of control. If I had pressed him up against the door, now that might be a different story."
"Pft, semantics." She scoffs.
"Yeah, but there is definitely something to be said for denying a man whilst his hard on is pressed against your stomach." I smirk.
"Denial is way over rated. So you're not going to screw him?!" She sounds horrified.
"Firstly I might never see him again. Secondly he's a client and as previously stated, an arrogant arsehole, so no."
"Li-ar." She sings. "No straight woman would or could turn that down. Not. Even. You. And I would bet my next month’s wages that you will be seeing Mr Ellis again. You just presented an irresistible challenge.”
I roll my eyes at her wild female hormones, not that mine were any better this morning. "I like to play Mole, not be played. Never. Going. To happen." I smile at her, pointing out the obvious.
"Amen to that." She mutters. "But you do realise that this man has probably never been turned down in his life and like you said, he's probably used to getting what he wants. Well now he wants you Lilly. You've got him on the run." She grins. "You know better than anyone how you always want what you can't have. Men climb all over themselves for your emotionally unavailable bullshit." She rolls her eyes.
Now what Molly calls emotionally unavailable bullshit, I call uninterested. I have sex because I like sex, but that’s it. I don’t get involved with people because quite frankly most people aren’t worth getting involved with. I don’t need somebody to complete me, be the other half of me or any of that freaky shit. I don’t trust anybody, and I don’t need to, I have close friends who I know are worthy of my trust. Why place trust in a stranger, who let’s be honest, if it all goes tits up as most relationships do, will walk away? I’ve never met a man who’s made me think otherwise, in fact, my life experience so far has led me to believe that there are very few trust worthy people left.