Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“One second,” I call, relieved my voice sounds steadier than my nerves.
I stride over to the door and throw it open, taking in the scent of his cologne. Or maybe that’s just his scent, wafting powerfully over me, owning me like our bodies are sending out signals to each other.
He stands there in his steel-gray suit, hugging close to his body, his lips twisted into a smirk or a grimace or something… it’s difficult to tell.
My body gives a thrum when his smirk twitches, as though he can tell that I touched myself to images of him last night.
But there’s no way he could possibly know that, is there?
“Can I come in?” he asks with an ironic lilt to his voice.
“Oh, sure,” I murmur. “Sorry. But…”
He strolls past me, his shoulder brushing against my body, and then pauses and turns. “But?”
“The man who brought the note, who scared me… he said the apartment was bugged.”
Miller’s face drops for a moment, savage intent creeping into his eyes, as though he’d happily kill the man who gave me this news. “Do you think he’s telling the truth?”
“He’s capable of something like that,” I murmur. “But I can’t be sure.”
Miller sighs, and I know this is the part where he tells me he doesn’t want to get involved in this.
Bugs? Crazy stalkers? This is above my pay grade.
That’s what he’ll say as he barges out of here, an angry look on his face, furious with me for even letting him come round here.
But instead, he nods.
“Let’s go someplace else, then, just to be safe. We’ll talk in the car.”
I bite my lip, my body going hot at the thought of being locked in his car with him. Quickly I release my lip, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Let me get dressed.”
I almost run to the bedroom, imagining his eyes following me, drawn to the parts of me no other man has ever even glanced at before. It’s so silly to let myself think he’d be checking me out as I walk across the apartment because of course he freaking wouldn’t.
I change into some black pants and a hoodie, and then return to find Miller at the bookshelf, studying my titles.
“Anything you’ve read?” I murmur.
He glances over at me, an unreadable glint in his shimmering eyes. “I don’t read much fantasy. It’s more medical articles for me. But I can’t begrudge somebody for being a dreamer.”
I nod, wondering if I’m transmitting as much shyness as I feel ricocheting through me, bouncing around me like something alive and malicious, like something trying to coil around my throat and make speaking impossible.
Is he mocking me, or is he genuinely interested?
Luckily he takes my silence as concern for the bug, and he gestures toward the door, pacing over with his hands hanging suggestively at his sides.
Or perhaps they only seem suggestive as I study the way he holds himself like he could burst into carnal action at any moment, spinning and sprinting across the apartment.
He’d grab my thigh with one hand and slip his other hand up my hoodie, greedily palming my flesh until he came to my bra. Then he’d tear it off, squeezing down on my nipples, growling in my ear that I’m his and his alone… and he’s going to fuck our future into me.
I need to calm down.
My sex is tingling and my clit is burning, the sensation thrumming through me. Even the friction of my panties against my sex is driving me into crazy land, where impossible things seem far too accessible.
But no, if I kissed Miller. If I touched him. If I even told him…
He’d laughed. Of course, he’d laugh.
He stops at the door, turning to me with his eyebrow cocked and an indecipherable smirk on his face.
“I’m coming,” I murmur.
I’m coming.
I freaking wish.
I walk out into the hallway and lock the door behind me, turning to find Miller’s smirk has widened even more, and there’s a devilish glint in his eyes.
“What?” I say, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I’m just wondering if you’re going to let me in on the joke. You’re smiling like a madwoman.”
I giggle at the thought of telling him the truth, that I was just thinking about all the steamy ways he could bring me to climax.
“I guess I smile and laugh when I’m nervous.” I shrug. Of course, I could never tell him the truth. “I’m sorry.”
“Macie.” He moves close to me so I feel as if I’m submerged in his scent like I could sink and sink and keep sinking until his scent is all I know. “You don’t have to apologize for smiling, no matter what the situation is. Understand?”
I remember when I called him bossy on the phone, how much easier it was to banter with him with miles separating us when I knew I could hang up if I said anything embarrassing.