Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red. I rubbed my thumb along her lips. “Don’t worry princess, I promise to take my time and go slow until I fit. That is of course if you don’t make me wait too long. If that should happen I’m not making any promises.”
“Think a lot of yourself don’t you?” She said that as if to say she wasn’t buying it.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. You haven’t answered my question. Has there been anyone else?”
This time I didn’t threaten to choke her but instead pushed the hair back from her face. She looked down, avoiding my eyes. “No!”
“Good girl. Lock up behind me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stole one last smooch of her lips before heading out the door with her following behind me.
I waited until I heard the lock turn and the chain slip into place before heading down the stairs. I wasn’t happy about leaving them here but there was nothing I could do about it for now.
It was turning dark by the time I made it down to the car and I hated the neighborhood even more in this atmosphere.
There were more people on the street and not the one of them looked reputable. I looked up at her window one last time before getting in and instructing Stanley to take me home.
There was a lot I had to do before our trip. Things that I didn’t know were needed until a few days ago.
Once in the privacy of my own home I called my go to girl, mom and asked her for some advice.
Maybe not my smartest move at this stage in the game, but she’s the only one I trust to help with this sort of thing.
She complimented me on being such a good boss, but from the little chuckle in her voice I knew she was sticking her nose in my shit.
I hurried her off the phone and sat for a few minutes thinking about the move I was about to make. It was sure to ruffle Gia’s feathers, but I find it’s always best to know your enemy and I’m pretty sure from what I know of her so far, that I had no other choice.
I ate a light dinner and made it an early night. I’d got her phone number from her file at work so I called her before hitting the sack and was just a little surprised that she actually answered.
“How is Amber?”
“She’s fine, she got up for a little while but then she went right back down again.”
“Are you coming in tomorrow or do you need more time?”
“No that’s fine, I’ve already called the sitter I should be there at my usual time.”
“That’s fine then, I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well, my number’s in your phone now, call me if you need me.”
I knew she wouldn’t but I was hoping that if it was anything serious she would use her head. “Okay thanks, I will.” Liar!
After we hung up the phone I realized that I hadn’t really shown her any softness. So far I’ve only been gruff with her, something I never am with women.
So why is it that the one I wanted most brings out the worst in me? You’re at fault here Evan you’ve been too much in your head lately.
Whatever, tomorrow I’ll start being nice to her, at least now she knows how I feel. I saw that damn wall as soon as I closed my eyes and that burning in my gut started up again.
The next day I was at the office earlier than usual, but that wasn’t such a bad thing since I had a lot to catch up on after spending all those days at the hospital with her.
I knew the minute she entered the building because I had the security screen up on my computer and had been watching the door every few minutes for her arrival.
My heart settled down at the sight of her and I was able to relax as I watched her make her way to the elevator and then all the way up.
Was she thinking of me I wonder? Did I stay on her mind all night like she did mine? Was I her first thought after her daughter when she opened her eyes this morning? Or was he?
Mom chose that moment to call and I switched gears. “That’s perfect mom I’d prefer to do the interview here myself say around eleven?”
“I’ll take care of it son. How is little Amber doing? Gavin said she was released yesterday.”
“Yes, she’s made great improvement so far and we’re hopeful.”
“That’s good to hear, keep me posted and of course you know if there’s anything I can help with you have only to ask.”
Again I wasn’t sure if I should read between the lines or if she was just being concerned for an employee’s child. Whatever the case may be, I had more important things on my mind right now.