Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
His mouth twitched as though he was fighting a smile, and as expected, his eyes dropped to my painted red lips. “Good morning, Olivia. And call me Kent.”
“So, what’s the plan for today?”
He stared for a long moment, his eyes assessing like if he looked long enough, he’d find an answer to a question I didn’t even know about. If I did know, I’d help him answer it. Anything to lower the intensity of his gaze.
I kept my face neutral, but I couldn’t stop the way my heart raced as the seconds ticked by. I couldn’t stop the way I breathed harder to get more oxygen to my lungs, bordering on panting.
Finally, he looked away and took another drink of his coffee. “I looked over the project outline you emailed last night, and I’m sure we can cross all these off before the deadline. We’re in the final stages of completion. It will be the perfect time for you to observe.” He moved to the back wall where a Keurig sat. “How do you like your coffee?”
He didn’t ask if I wanted coffee. Apparently, his dominance extended further than the bedroom. “Black, please.”
He froze and looked at me over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “I took you for a cream and sugar girl.”
“Black like my soul.”
He laughed and turned back to his task. Once the lid was firmly in place, he handed me my cup. I wanted to sigh when my fingers grazed his. The small touch was intimate and a reminder of how we were pretending we hadn’t touched before.
“I’ll take you around to meet everyone.” He stretched his arm out toward the back and fell in step beside me when I began walking. “I have a meeting, but Vivian is the hotel manager and will be able to help you with any questions.”
Thankfully, he wasn’t looking and couldn’t see the frown I couldn’t stop. I was disappointed in myself for letting him simply not being there with me make me pout like a child. I didn’t get emotionally attached. There was no need. I was twenty and had plenty of time. I wasn’t in a rush to experience what Aaron had put me through two years ago.
Maybe I needed to take Aaron up on his offer and meet him tonight. I didn’t have to stay. I didn’t even need to have sex. Just go over, have him go down on me, and then get out. That idea had my frown turning upside down by the time we reached the rest of the workers.
Kent didn’t waste much time doing the introductions before leaving like the building was on fire. Vivian took over just as promised. She looked just as professional as Carina, but twice her age and half her height. The confidence was the same, and I admired her for it.
I didn’t expect much when I’d signed up for this, but I quickly found myself enjoying the topics. I asked more questions and actually made a suggestion to Vivian in one of their pow-wows. Her praise of my idea had me standing a little straighter. It had me eager for the months to come, and eagerness hadn’t been part of my emotional repertoire in longer than I could remember.
It was the end of the day, and I was standing at the front desk with my elbow resting on the table and my chin on my hand. I was so focused on scrolling through the finance setup that I didn’t even notice someone was behind me until a throat cleared roughly.
I checked over my shoulder to find Kent trying to keep his eyes from staring at my ass, perfectly displayed in the tight red pencil skirt.
“Like what you see?” I taunted.
He didn’t respond, but his mouth tipped on one side, and that was enough for me.
“How was today?” he asked.
“Good. Your hotel is more entertaining than I was expecting.”
“I aim to please.”
“I remember.”
Kent’s jaw ticked. He took a deep breath, but again, didn’t acknowledge my comment. “What are you looking at?”
“Financial setups. Vivian had me looking at the projected numbers from Carina.”
“Let me check it out.”
I expected him to wait for me to get out of the way, but instead, he stepped behind me and reached for the mouse.
My breath became trapped in my lungs, just like my body was trapped between the desk and the hard, hot man behind me. I didn’t dare move, not wanting to push him away. I stood still and watched his long fingers move over the mouse and salivated as I remembered how they felt inside me.
My skin vibrated like a live wire as I struggled to keep myself from pressing back against him. If I stood on my toes, I could press my ass directly to his groin. Would I find him hard? Would he stop me?