Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Is that what you do?”
“Yes.” His hand cups my face, “If you knew today was your last day on earth, would you stay in this room with me tonight?”
“Maybe….” I whisper.
“Would you let me kiss you?” He takes my face in his hands and tenderly kisses me, his lips lingering over mine. “Would you let me please you?”
Yes….
He slowly slides down the front zipper of my dress as my heart hammers in my chest. He kisses me again and my eyes close as he slides it all the way down, my dress falls completely open.
With his eyes locked on mine he trails his hand down my jaw and then slowly across my décolletage, over my breasts and dusts the backs of it over my stomach. “Would you let me touch you here?” His four fingertips slide over my sex through my panties. He puts his mouth to my ear. “Deep inside.” He bites my earlobe and goose bumps scatter up my arms. “I can make you feel so good…. Beautiful Beth.”
Beautiful Beth.
My breath quivers as I try to control myself, every cell in my body aches to feel his touch.
I get a vision of his thick body over mine, my legs up around his waist as he rides me hard.
Oh….
From the darkest depraved part of my psyche a little voice whispers, You’re paying him to act like he wants you.
No.
“We have to get going.” I step back from him.
His eyes hold mine. “Why are you fighting this attraction?”
“This wasn’t in our arrangement.” I turn my back to him and with shaky hands I do my dress up. “You have your fifty thousand dollars, leave me be.”
“This has nothing to do with the fucking money and you know it.”
“I hired you for a conference not a fuckfest…and—” I throw my hands up, “—and I’m sure all of your clients fall into your welcoming arms but I can assure you that won’t be me. So get it out of your head. Right. Now.” I walk into the bathroom and close the door and I lean up against the back of it as my body screams for me to go back in and face my demons.
To beg him for more.
Twenty Minutes Later.
“You ready to go down?” I ask as I walk out of the bathroom.
“Yep.” He stands, he’s changed his suit. He’s in a navy one now with a crisp white shirt…how does he know that navy suits are my kryptonite? His dark hair is just messed to perfection and damn it…I hate that he’s this good looking. It’s really complicating what should be a simple situation.
He holds the door open and I walk past him and into the corridor, we walk in silence to the elevator and I get the feeling that he’s pissed with me.
Well good…because I’m pissed at him.
He pushes the button and we wait for the elevator in silence, it dings as it arrives and we walk in and face the front. I glance over at him. “Are you angry at me?”
“Nope.” He straightens his tie as he looks straight ahead.
“Well…you’re acting angry.”
“Just doing my job.” His jaw clenches as he stares at the back of the doors.
I inwardly roll my eyes; this day could be a legitimate fucking disaster.
What was I thinking?
I take out my phone and text Kerry.
I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.
I get a text back of two smiley faces…she thinks this is funny.
Bitch.
The elevator dings as we arrive to the conference floor and he takes my hand and smiles sweetly. “Let’s go, my beloved.” He sneers.
“What are you doing?” I whisper angrily.
“You want a puppet…. So I’m being a fucking puppet.” He steps out of the elevator dragging me with him, and smiles broadly at everyone in the room like the performer he is. “It’s show time.”
4
Elizabeth.
The function room is crammed and busy, people are standing around as they chat, circular tables are set with the finest silverware and flowers sit proudly in the centers. Thomas smiles as he looks around. “This way.” He pulls me by the hand to the bar. “What would you like to drink?” he asks.
“Do you think it’s a good idea if you drink?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure….”
“What are you afraid of…that I’ll fuck you on Graham’s table?”
A stupid grin covers my face at the thought.
“Oh…it’s only okay if we’re making dickhead jealous, I’ll note that down.” He fakes a smile and goes to the bar.
I roll my lips to hide my smile, he’s kind of cute when he’s grumpy like this.
He returns momentarily with two glasses of wine and passes me mine; I take a sip and wince.
“No good?” He frowns.
I subtly shake my head.
“I’m almost scared to try it.” He takes a tentative sip and crosses his eyes. “Good god.” He licks his lips as he tries to deal with the flavor. “We’re in Paris for fuck’s sake, isn’t the champagne supposed to be good here?”