Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“What did you tell them about me?” I ask.
“That you give really great head.”
My mouth falls open in horror. “Ben,” I whisper, mortified. “What the hell?”
He chuckles. “No, I didn’t say that. I said that you have the most fuckable ass in all of history.”
“For God’s sake. You’re an idiot.” I roll my eyes.
He raises his eyebrows cheekily. “This is important information for guys to know, how fuckable an ass is.”
Now I know he’s just shitting me. “What did you really say?” I huff.
He smirks sexily as he contemplates his answer.
“Yes?” I tease as I raise my eyebrow. “I’m waiting…”
He falls serious. “I don’t need to say anything. They know what you mean to me.”
I try to contain it, but I can’t, and I smile goofily. I lean forward and run my fingers along his jaw. “I like this new talkative version of Ben.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he whispers.
I sit back and our eyes lock. The air crackles between us.
“I wish we were alone,” I whisper.
His gaze drops to my lips. “What would you do to me?”
“It’s what I want you to do to me.”
His brow furrows and he sits back, as if readjusting his length in his jeans. I smile. He licks his lips and his eyes drop to my breasts.
God, we’re like animals with each other. We just can’t get enough.
We’ve been through so much in the last fifteen days that I just don’t want to share him with the world for one more minute
I need him alone, all to myself.
With just two sentences I can make him hard. I hope I always have this effect on him.
Our moment is interrupted as our lunch arrives. “Thank you.” We smile as the waitress puts the food down on the table.
We begin to eat. “So, I’ve been thinking about it…” I continue as I take a bite of my food. “How did you know that those two guys had left Prague anyway?” I ask.
He shovels a mouthful of his pasta into his mouth. “Their chip came up.”
I frown as I chew. “What does that mean?”
“We’re all micro-chipped,” he replies matter-of-factly. “HQ knows where we are at all times.”
My eyes widen and my fork freezes halfway to my mouth. “What?”
“We’re implanted when we begin with UNI.”
I sit back in my seat, shocked to my core. “You’re micro-chipped like a fucking dog?” I whisper angrily.
He rolls his eyes.
“That shit’s coming out immediately,” I snap as I pick up my phone.
“I’m not allowed to take it out. Government policy.”
“Your contract is over. You had someone who has access to this information try to kill you. Don’t be an idiot, Ben.” I shake my head in disgust. I scroll through the numbers in my phone and I dial. “Why the fuck haven’t you done this already?”
“Who are you calling?” he snaps.
“Cameron. He can get that out. He’s a surgical student.”
Ben closes his eyes in frustration. “That’s over the top. It’s fine.”
“It is not fine,” I whisper angrily. “I am not going anywhere with you, knowing that those fuckers know your whereabouts all the time.”
He looks at me flatly.
“This is for my protection, too, Ben. Don’t be so damn selfish.”
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes again.
“Cameron Stanton,” Cam answers.
Just the sound of his voice brings a smile to my face. “Hey, Cam, it’s me.”
“Didge.” He smiles down the phone. “What are you up to?”
“Listen, I’ve got a favour to ask.”
“What’s that?”
I cringe as I try to think of an excuse. “I’ve got an earring that I need you to cut out.”
“What?” Cameron asks.
Ben slaps his forehead, and I scrunch up my face. Well, if that isn’t the dumbest cover story I ever heard.
“What do you mean?” Cameron chuckles.
I shake my head and look to the ground. If I look at Ben, I am going to burst out laughing.
“I’ve got this earring where the back is screwed on, and we can’t get it off.”
“What the fuck, Bridget?” Cam laughs. “Only you.”
This is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard.
“It’s not in your clit, is it?” he then asks. “I’m not cutting no clit.”
I burst out laughing. What must this sound like to poor Cam? “No, my navel.”
“Eww.” He grimaces.
“So, I’m going to be in L.A. at the weekend…” I continue.
“Oh, I won’t be here.”
“Where will you be?” I ask.
“I’m going to New York.”
“What for?”
“To look for this chick I met in Vegas last weekend.”
I scowl. “I have no idea what you are talking about, but can you do it tomorrow night then?”
“Yeah, I can have a look at it.”
“Cam…” I pause. “Can you not tell anyone I’m coming?”
“Why not?”
“Oh, well...” Shit, what do I say here? “I want to surprise Adrian, and if anyone knows I’m there you know they’ll let it slip.”
“This is true. See you tomorrow night. I get home from work about seven.”