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)
I almost groan. "Oh God, I think I’m having a moment." I sigh.
His smiles seductively. "Adorable." Although this time there’s an edge to the way he says it. I focus on the computer in the centre console and start adjusting the suspension and ABS settings.
"What are you doing?" He frowns at me.
I fix him with my stare and smile deviously, lifting one eyebrow. "I prefer a firmer... more ballsy ride." Before he can respond I slam my foot on the accelerator and the launch control kicks in, firing the car forward. From nought to sixty in four seconds to be exact.
"Fuck Lilly." Theo grabs the door handle. I laugh, pure elation at the long missed adrenaline coursing through my veins. The digital display glows an angry red as the numbers speed by to hit one hundred and fifty before the end of the runway. I break at the end and Theo lets out the breath he's been holding. The road off the runway to the exit gate is a sharp right. I smile to myself before dropping a gear and flicking the steering wheel around, dabbing the throttle, drip feeding the power to the wheels. The car glides effortlessly in a four wheel drift around the tight bend. I revel in the pure joy of being let lose at the wheel of a five hundred break horse power monster. I slow at the gate and Theo hands me passes for the guard.
"Evening madam." He says in a thick Italian accent. His amused smile suggests he may have just seen my less then mature driving. "You like the Italian cars?"
"Oh, very much." I wink at him and he seems to stammer before looking away retreating. The gate opens and I pull the car smoothly out of the airport.
"Which way?" I ask. When I get no response I turn to look at Theo who is smirking at me, his body twisted toward me. "What?" I frown.
"Number one, where the hell did you learn to drive like that?!" His raised eyebrows reiterate his shock.
"I'll have you know that I’ve been driving track cars since I was seventeen." I smirk back at him. “My brother is a mechanic. I know my way around a car.”
"And secondly...I think you just gave that guard about a month’s worth of wank bank material with the look you just gave him." He winks to let me know he's joking.
I roll my eyes. "Hardly...although the car maybe." I lovingly stroke the steering wheel.
He smiles. "There is something incredibly hot about you sitting behind that wheel."
"Yeah?" I smile seductively and slowly run my hand up his thigh. When I reach his crotch I can feel the rock hard boner he now has.
"Oh yeah." He smirks.
I laugh. "I think we should hurry and get to the hotel."
"Turn left here." I can hear the smile in his voice as I focus on the road in front of me.
After a twenty minute drive away from the city we arrive at our destination it's not what I’m expecting, the electric gates swing open revealing a pale yellow house. It's an understated sort of grandeur. The small gravel driveway is adorned with well-maintained flower beds blooming with roses. The doorway is framed by two marble pillars. Once inside the hallway is small, but the marble floors sparkle under the sunlight streaming through the windows. There is a set of stairs off the hallway and an enormous two floor window runs the length of them.
Theo leads me through to the open living room and kitchen, which is surprisingly modern in contrast to the outside of the house. At the end of the space are a set of French doors, he takes my hand and pulls me through them. I instantly gasp at the view. The countryside scene is beautiful, rolling hills and vineyards stretch for miles, and in the distance I can make out the city.
There’s a small pool at the back of the house and a perfectly kempt lawn stretching beyond. There are a few orange trees and their fresh scent fills the air.
Theo's warm arms wrap around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. "Do you like it?" His voice is low and rough making me tremble
"I love it. Is it yours?" I ask.
"The company owns it technically." His breath is on my neck, making it hard to actually focus on his words.
"But you're never here." I counter.
He shrugs. "It gets about a week of use each month." Oddly I found this sad, that such a beautiful home was mostly empty. A house like this should be loved and lived in.
"But it's beautiful." I whisper.
He laughs. "You haven't even seen the bedroom yet." That's all it takes for all my earlier base instincts to slam back into me full force. He drops his arms and takes my hand leading me back through the house. Theo points out various rooms as we go, but I don't see any of them. I'm focused on the muscles of his back that are visible through his tight T-shirt. "And this is the bedroom..." I attack him. There really is no other way to describe it. Initially he doesn't react to my barrage, but quickly his lips are just as frantic as mine. His tongue teases mine, and his teeth grate along my bottom lip. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, running my fingers over the deep ridges of muscle that cover his body. My stomach tightens in anticipation.