Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I wasn't built for a soft woman. One wouldn't know what to do with me. But Kenna? I'm thinking she might know exactly how to handle my big ass.
I just need to convince her that she wants to try.
"Do you annoy all of your clients this much?" she asks.
"No. You're special."
"Lucky me."
I chuckle, reaching across the console to run my hand down her arm. She immediately startles, whipping her head around to look at me. "Relax, Sparrow. I'm not going to bite you. If we're going to pretend that we're dating, it has to seem natural."
"I didn't agree to this!" she cries.
"It was your idea."
"No. It was Kane's stupid idea. I just mentioned it, and you decided to run with it." She glares at me again, her expression rife with accusation. "I was going to tell John that you're my long-lost cousin."
"Oops. My bad," I say, deadpan. I know damn well she was going to tell him that we were cousins. That wasn't going to work for me. Especially with the way he looked at her. Kane warned me that he's a skeevy prick. All I had to do was see the way he stared at her to know I agreed.
He said all the right things and smiled in all the right places, but he was pissed the moment he saw me sitting beside her. He wants to be more than her manager. The prick wants to fuck her. Too bad for him. That's not ever going to happen. Even if he wasn't her manager, she wouldn't sleep with him. I know because I saw the way she looked at him. She likes him. She respects him. But she feels nothing for him. The truth was right there in her eyes for anyone smart enough to read her.
"Oh my gosh," she says through laughter. "You are a terrible liar, Gideon. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"He wants to fuck you, Sparrow."
"Not you, too." She groans, covering her face. "What did Kane say to you?"
"Nothing much. Just that your manager is a prick. I happen to agree." I pull to a stop at a redlight. "I don't like the way he looks at you."
"He just looks at me, Gideon. There's nothing insidious about it." She rolls her eyes. "You really shouldn't listen to Kane so much. He's an overprotective, crazy person. As far as he's concerned, everyone with a penis wants to sleep with me. He doesn't like anyone."
"He likes me."
"Which should tell you that his perception is skewed since you do actually want to sleep with me," she huffs. "You're the one with a penis he shouldn't trust."
"It's a cock, Sparrow. I'm the one with a cock." I don't deny wanting to sleep with her, though. We both know it'd be a lie if I uttered it. She's too smart to fall for that bullshit, and I'm not dumb enough to try to lie to her about it. Besides, I want her to know where we stand.
One way or another, I intend to make her mine. It's a proposition fraught with complications. Zayne and Zion are going to flip shit when they find out that I'm considering breaking our biggest rule. We made it for a reason. Getting tangled up with clients is never a good idea. But I don't intend for this to be a casual hookup. That isn't something I do anyway.
When I take Kenna to bed, it'll mean something. And that's been fucking with my head all damn day. I've never been interested in the white picket fence, a wife, and two-point-five kids. But visions of that shit have been swirling through my mind all goddamn day.
It's ironic, really, that I'm the one hearing wedding bells while she's ready to run in the opposite direction. Isn't this supposed to go the other way?
Ha. I don't get the impression that Kenna does anything the traditional way. She strikes me as a woman who marches to the beat of her own drum and does things her own way in her own time on her own terms.
I mean, she calls it a penis, for fuck's sake. But she's also more than capable of telling me to go fuck myself when she thinks I'm talking over her. I love that mix of innocent sweetness and ballsy sass. It's sexy as hell.
"Same difference," she sniffs.
"No, it's not," I say with a chuckle. "But I'll let it slide until I teach you the difference."
"Oh, my God," she whispers. "Why did I hire you?"
"Because your brother is an excellent judge of character."
"Or he likes you because you're just like him. He can't dislike himself, so he doesn't dislike you." She smirks at me. "But you're the problem with the penis here, Gideon. Not John."
"Me and my cock aren't a problem, Kenna," I growl.
"Why are we even talking about this?" She presses her hands to her cheeks, shooting me a look that says I'm stressing her the fuck out. "I don't want to talk about you or your penis or what you want to do with it."