Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
The scars on her face, the smile he detected sparingly, they were all part of the fighter within her. She had been attacked and survived.
In fact, he found Petra Hall extremely beautiful. Sensitive. Lonely.
Watching her tore at him. He never wanted to see her look so sad and lost but she didn’t allow anyone close. It was why he tested their boundary of employer and employee. He never cooked for anyone else, but he wanted to do something special. This wasn’t about the money or his company’s future. This was about him and how she made him feel, and it was fucking powerful stuff. Heady. Intense. Surreal.
He wasn’t a monk. He’d never denied himself women when the need arose. Being with Petra, he realized really quickly that she was everything. She wouldn’t be just some fuck. When he looked at her, he wanted to protect her. Love her, and of course, he wanted to fuck her.
That body. Full tits, which she tried to hide in the most hideous of shirts. They were always three sizes too big. He’d gotten a feel of those hips as well. Nice and round. He’d get a nice good grip and fuck her hard. Then, of course, there were her thighs. He wanted them wrapped around him so he could take her as hard as he wanted.
In fact, when it came to Petra, she was the perfect woman for him. It only made the job he’d originally come to do so much harder.
No matter what happened, her family would never take advantage of her again. He wouldn’t allow it. Another day, he would tell her the truth, but only when he knew she was strong enough to handle it.
He wasn’t going anywhere because he’d found the perfect woman for him. He’d never been a fool. Only a fool would walk away from her.
“I know you don’t have any diseases. You’re perfect, Petra,” he said.
Chapter Two
A couple of days later
Perfect Petra.
She couldn’t get those two words out of her head. It had interrupted her writing flow, not that it mattered what she wrote. She never published a single word. She’d gone through her assistant’s email. She’d hired Gale straight after her mother died.
In her mother’s will, there had been a list her mother had made of trusted employees. All of them with the relevant area of expertise. Gale had been at top of the list.
She’d been there to help her when her father tried to take over the board. He only had a limited number of shares in the company, and Gale had put it into effect that no one was allowed to sell their shares. In fact, if any scandal was to arise which resulted in sales needing to be purchased, as per the agreement, they would all go back to Petra.
Gale was a ball buster and had helped strengthen her mother’s company. It was why she knew what Drake was all about as well.
It was a shame he’d gone to her father.
The file Gale faxed over contained all the details of the deal Drake Dome had struck up with her father. She didn’t know why she waited six months to check him out. He was nice. She liked that he cooked for her. His touch.
Perfect Petra.
It was all a game.
Snapping the file closed, she didn’t even bother with tears. In the past five years, she had come to see that anything too good to be true probably was.
Drake was too good.
His sexy self had no reason to be anywhere near her. She felt bad for his company. No one should have to suffer because of the actions of another, and it did piss her off. She got to her feet, leaving her office and locking the door behind her.
It was the first time she’d done that since Drake had come to work for her, and it didn’t exactly leave her feeling good.
She went to her room to change out of her clothes and into a bathing suit. She needed to swim. Swimming helped her clear her mind as best she could when she faced a dilemma like this. It was awful.
She’d been used.
Not that it should surprise her.
The pool was clear but she knew he’d be sitting at the computer monitors and would see she’d come here. If he came to her, she was going to fire him.
Diving into the pool, she didn’t even care how much of a splash she made. She did a couple of laps, and as she came up for air on the fourth, Drake was at the side of the pool.
“You usually give me a warning you’re swimming. With all the windows, I like to make sure you’re safe.”
She stared up at his perfect face. His short, black hair that she had tried not to imagine running her fingers through. Both of his blue eyes, so sharp. They were a darker shade than hers, and she loved to look into them, but that would be stopping. All of it would be coming to an end because she wasn’t going to allow herself to fall for a liar.