Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I really did hope that was the truth of it.
“Fine,” I said. “Well, sorry I won’t be giving it to you. I’m sure Glyn will happily oblige. Maybe he likes schoolgirls too, so you can get some use out of your outfit.”
“Fuck you,” she said, and her heels were clacking back off towards the front door in a heartbeat.
I didn’t follow.
I’d downed the rest of that bourbon before the door slammed closed behind her, and my cock was already in my hand with Faith Martin’s uniformed little ass in my fucking brain before she would be even halfway down the driveway.
Chapter Seven
Faith
If it was even possible for Erica to shoot me a worse glare than usual as I stepped into the office on Monday morning, she did.
I guessed it was hearing me with my hand down my knickers before the weekend, but even so, I figured she’d already hated me as much as humanly possible before that embarrassing little run in. She’d certainly seemed to.
Still, nothing could take the grin from my face as I slipped behind my desk and waited for Mr Lindon to come and collect me.
Brayburn’s was calling, and the excitement was already fizzing up high.
I busied myself taking phone calls and pinging replies to query emails, trying not to count down the minutes too hard.
It was almost ten a.m. when he appeared in front of my desk, his coat draped over his arm as he waited for me to finish up on the phone with Mrs Evans.
“Are you ready to hit the road?” he asked when I dropped the receiver, and I nodded. I’d be ready to hit anything in this world if it meant I could be next to him for the day.
I followed him to the main exit, doing a silly little dash ahead as he held the door open for me. He gestured to his car, a big black Mercedes saloon with huge leather seats that gobbled me up when I slipped into the passenger side.
I clipped my seatbelt in place, tingling all over as he dropped into the driver’s side.
“Brayburn’s is quite a drive,” he said, and I nodded.
“I don’t mind travelling,” I replied, and I wasn’t lying.
He pulled out of the car park and set the radio going along with the sat nav. I tried to stare ahead, but I was burning up, so aware of him being there that I couldn’t sit still without fidgeting. I could smell him, too. A fresh, citrus smell that had me warm between the legs. But there was more to it. Something heavier and deeper. Something rich like mahogany and amber and incense and perfection. So much that had me aching to get closer to smell him more.
I wondered if he could smell me, if he liked the smell of me, but those thoughts had my cheeks burning up. I turned my gaze to the side window, told myself to think of something else.
“What did you think of your first auction then?” he asked as we headed out of town.
Another flash of embarrassment flared up in my belly at the thought of my dash to the bathroom. “It was amazing,” I said, and my words ran away with me. “You were amazing.”
I felt his eyes on me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
There was so much I wanted to say. So much that I wanted to blurt out like a crazy idiot trying to make the most of my first truly alone time with him in years. I wanted to tell him I’d been thinking of the garden non-stop ever since, and knew he remembered it too. I wanted to tell him I’d seen him looking at me from the podium, and couldn’t stand how much I wanted him right back.
I wanted to tell him it was nearly my birthday. Nearly my eighteenth birthday. That I was nearly a woman wanting a man for her first proper time, and I wanted him to be that man. I wanted him to be the man who would take me.
But I said nothing.
I bopped my head to the radio track and stared out of that windscreen and hated how I was falling so crazy short of the plan Holly and I had conjured up on the cricket pitch over the weekend. In the cold light of day, it really did seem ridiculous that I’d be anything like the tantalising temptress laying it all out like we’d plotted.
“So, how are you finding the office?” he asked, and I shot up a smile.
“I love it,” I told him, and meant it. “It’s everything I dreamed.”
“Really?” he asked, and I nodded. “Well, I am glad about that. I’m pleased your summer experience will be worthwhile.”
My summer experience could be a whole world more than the office alone could show me. My belly did a weird little flip at the thought. The need.