Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“You don’t like my office?” Luke asked smirking at me. His question caught me off guard. Was I really that transparent? I decided to lie.
“No, I love it,” I said smiling my award winning, all teeth baring smile.
“You’re a liar,” he said, laughing as he pushed open the heavy wood door. I shrugged it off, debating in my mind whether I should give Luke the office next to mine or on the street behind it. He most definitely would be moving from this shit hole very soon.
Never judge a book by its cover is a saying I have heard numerous times over the twenty-six years of my life. I never fully understood its meaning until now. It didn’t matter that Luke’s office was located in a terrible part of town, or that it was in an old two story house instead of a brick building; his office was beautiful. Everything was made of wood. From the large, hand crafted, oak desk to the original hardwood floors and the large beams that ran across the ceiling. The strong smell of cedar invaded my nostrils, as I crossed the spacious room to admire the fire place that had a wooden mantel above it. Framed pictures of every kind of tree imaginable littered the walls. A set of very comfortable looking chaise lounges sat in front of the fireplace.
“Take a seat, I’ll only be about thirty minutes,” Luke said from behind his large, immaculate desk.
“Are you meeting any clients? Is your dad here? Can I meet him?” I fired the questions at Luke, not giving him much of a chance to process them. He smiled at me warmly.
“I have a conference call in five minutes. I’m going to take it in my father’s office. He is not in today, but if he were, I’m sure he would love to meet you.” I nodded my head in disappointment and took a seat on the chaise. The gas logs in the fire place ignited and I turned to see Luke holding a remote in his hand.
“Did you build this?” I asked, my eyes scanning the room and admiring it again.
“Renovated. This is all wood logged by our company. Everything was hand built by myself or guys in our crew, except for the floors-they are original.” Luke grabbed some files and walked to me, leaning down to kiss my head. “Be back in a few.”
“Why did you get dressed up for a conference call?” I asked, wondering if I should expect someone to bust through the door.
“You never know who might pop in,” he said winking as he exited through a door that I guessed connected to his father’s office.
I knew that feeling. I had once gone to my office late after leaving the gym and like an idiot, I left the door unlocked, making it very convenient for two clients to show up unexpected and catch me in my sports bra and leggings. I grabbed a magazine off the table and began flipping through the pages, trying to kill time until Luke was finished. The warmth from the fire and the serene atmosphere made me yawn, stretching my arms and legs out. I curled up and closed my eyes. I would rest, just for a minute.
I felt the chair dip beneath me and opened my eyes to find Luke sitting beside me. His back was to me and I admired the way his muscles flexed as he stretched to pull my heels off of my feet. I quickly closed my eyes, figuring Luke was trying to make me more comfortable while I slept as he worked a little longer. I had no idea of the time or how long he had been gone. My best guess was about thirty minutes. I felt him stand and was ready to drift back off to sleep when he grabbed my legs and flipped me, pulling me to him. My eyes shot open and I saw that Luke was on his knees on the floor in front of me, my legs open to him as much as my tight skirt would allow.
“I love watching you sleep,” he said low, kissing my left knee and running his hands up my skirt. So much for taking a nap. My heart began to beat heavy in my chest at the anticipation of what was to come. Luke was going to fuck me in his office. I knew this like I knew my name was Dallas Knox; and I couldn’t fucking wait.
I began moving my hips, and my hands found my breasts through my thin shirt. I had never felt hornier in my life. There was something about him, and the fire, and this office that just turned me on. He pulled his lips from my leg and watched me as my back arched off the chair when my fingers found my hard nipples. Luke’s grip tightened on my thighs. His lips parted and I could see his breathing had quickened.