Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
I nod and make a small plate, which earns me a curious stare and then a furrowed brow. “Don’t be shy. Your bright eyes opened up like a kid in a candy store.”
“I’m not a glutton. If I want more, maybe I’ll go back for more, but I get full fast.”
“Okay.” I don’t have a lot of money as a former college student, so I’ve learned to eat on a budget, which means meals can be small and sparse. “Please eat, and then we’ll discuss your tasks.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes before his phone rings and he takes a business call right in front of me. I’m surprised, but I suppose that as his personal assistant, it will be a normal thing. When he ends the call, I ask, “Should I have been taking notes?”
“No. If I need you to be taking notes, I’ll ask.” His tone is even, not harsh or soft, and I can’t tell how I’m supposed to take it, so I file it away as a matter-of-fact response. The man puzzles me. He’s attractive, smart, and when I see him, my pulse jumps in my throat, my heart races, and parts of me tingle that have never tingled before, but it’s pointless. The man doesn’t want anything to do with me. Maybe he can sniff my inexperience on me or something.
“So, are we ready to discuss my duties?” A look crosses his face.
“I’ve ordered you some supplies so that you can keep track of my calendar, update my schedule, and ensure that I’m at all functions on time. They should be here in the next two hours. For the rest of your duties, they will come along as needed. I have a stack of mail that needs to be sorted and gone through over there.”
“Yes, si—Dylan.”
“You can have my seat. I need to get my workout in. I know you don’t have my calendar up yet, but here it is. I have a meeting in two hours, which means you need to remind me to finish my workout in forty-five minutes so I’m not late. Understood?”
“Um…Dylan, where is the gym?”
“It’s next to your bedroom.” He winks and leaves his office. I watch him walk out with that V-shaped torso and killer glutes. No wonder he looks so damn good.
I set my timer on my phone to thirty-nine minutes so I have time to clean up my mess and get to him. Most of this stuff is junk mail, but there’s an invitation to a gala, and I’m not sure if he wants to attend or if he’ll send his regrets. Also, there are several important documents that I file to the side, and the rest I leave for the trash. My phone startles me, nearly sending me sliding out of his comfy chair. I set everything down and am thankful that most of this area is perfectly neat. Once I’m sure it’s good, I head down to the gym. The door is open, and inside, Dylan grunts as he pumps iron. I’m doing my best to fight the instant arousal coursing through my veins as the sweat drips down his naked chest. I check my phone, and he has two more minutes, so I step back out of the room.
“Harley, where are you going?”
“Sorry, sir. I mean, Dylan. It’s just you had two minutes left. I was a little early.”
“That’s okay. I’ve had enough for the morning. I’ll finish later.” My mouth falls open when I realize that he plans to work out again. Seriously, how many times does he work out in a day?
Chapter Three
Dylan
Fuck me raw. What am I doing to myself? I’ve created an even bigger mess by bringing her here and into my home. It’s like waving a juicy, raw steak in front of a hungry lion, and I’m motherfucking starving. When I caught her staring at me from the doorway, I almost dropped the weights and pounced on her. The fear of becoming my sperm donor is the only thing that held me back.
She has no idea who she decided to shack up with as a roommate. I have the potential to be a monster, and that scares me. She scares me, tempts me more than any other person in the world. I want her like I want air.
It’s bad enough that Harley doesn’t like or trust me, and if I give her one reason, she’ll bolt, and I can’t have that. I need her here, even if I can’t touch her, taste her, or claim her. I don’t want anyone else to have that perfection. I almost lost it this morning when she came out without a bra on, her dark nipples on display, bouncing as she bounded out the door and dragging my attention straight there. Timothy was so lucky that he’d stepped away a minute before or I would’ve blinded that son of a bitch.