Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“Very well, thank you, Killian,” Mrs. Ramsay says, “Just back from a lovely gala.”
“Excellent,” Killian replies.
The man nods in my direction and then the four of us get onto the elevator.
“How are you this fine evening, young lady?” the man asks.
“This is Violet Gates, my girlfriend,” Killian says.
And I smile so big my face hurts. I can’t help it. “I’m fine, thank you. Nice to meet you,” I reach out and shake each of their hands.
“I love your curly hair,” Mrs. Ramsay says to me. “You have so much of it! I used to have lovely hair. It doesn’t stay so nice as you get older. ” She looks self-conscious as she pats at her short grey bob.
“Oh, I think your hairstyle suits you very well, Mrs. Ramsay,” I tell her. “And you have lovely eyes.”
She beams at me. “And you have a beautiful smile, Violet. A lovely name. I had a cousin named Violet.”
Her husband smiles. “Lovely name for a lovely lady.”
I smile big at him.
They get out on the seventh floor, saying goodnight to us. I wave at them.
The door closes and I ask, “Damn, did I seem drunk?”
Instead of answering me, Killian is kissing me passionately. He kind of just jumps me.
And I’m all-in.
He’s got me against the wall, holding my face, grinding into me and he’s already hard again.
I gasp at how much passion he’s kissing me with. He’s nibbling along my throat; he’s got my hair in his hand and he pulls it back a little roughly to attack my throat. This makes me groan out a supremely pleased gasp as he suckles my throat.
“You’re gonna give me a hickey,” I tell him.
“Damn right I am,” he mutters.
“I have dinner on Sunday with my family.”
He releases my neck and looks disappointed.
“Wanna come?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he says, and he gives me a gorgeous smile.
“You can gimme a hickey somewhere they won’t see it if you want,” I offer.
He laughs and grabs my hand and puts it to his mouth.
The elevator doors open, and he tugs my hand and then I’m up in his arms. He kisses me all the way to the door and then once we’re inside it and the alarm is disarmed, he pulls me into the kitchen and I trip and we go tumbling to the floor while ripping one another’s clothes off.
“I haven’t officially moved in yet. How come we’re having kitchen sex?”
“Officially moving in means kitchen counter sex. Kitchen floor sex is the prequel.”
55
Killian
She’s drunk and I’m drunk on her. I have no idea how dirty the sex will get when I’m drunk right along with her, but I can barely wait to find out.
She had fun tonight, and this makes me happy. Watching her let loose with her friends, but then be completely in tune with me when I entered the space she was in tonight was a great feeling. Our eyes meeting across the room, her stumbling through singing a song, hiding with shyness, not at the hundred and fifty people listening to her sing, but hiding from me.
And then coming straight to me when the song was over, burying her face in my chest all embarrassed. She was cute. And then she introduced me to her friends and I had a drink with them before I walked them up to my office so I could go do my team meeting. They waited there with more drinks and food and then I sat with them for half an hour before we left, giving them my time, seeing her beam with joy as they spoke to me.
They were a nice bunch. I was glad Dario’s ex wasn’t with them but would’ve dealt for Violet’s sake if she had been.
They seem like a great group even if that tall blonde eye-fucked me for a minute.
Violet told me before the night began that she was nervous about meeting that one, feeling like that was her replacement with Susanna while she’d been in her funk with him.
Speaking of the shit stain, he has no one, no cash, so nobody to pay the bail that was set, letting me feel comfort in the fact he’ll be in there until he goes to court again. He’ll have a public defender and little to no chance of getting off on the charges. And I know somebody who is making offers to the public defender to make sure things go a certain way.
I met Wes after he met with Mrs. Shear’s niece today. The niece wants to put the old lady in a senior’s assisted living building with access to help as her condition worsens. She’s suspected as having Alzheimer’s and there’s a specialist appointment set up. The niece apparently wasn’t close to her aunt so unaware of how bad it’d gotten but is stepping in now and staying at her apartment with her temporarily.