Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
God, her and those ridiculous words. “Thief, Blake. Just say thief.”
She frowned. “Creativity is wasted on you.”
“And simplicity is wasted on you.”
“Get me a ticket. Leaving on Friday.”
“You’re insane.” There was absolute truth in the statement that the insane ones were always hot… Hot and angry and violent.
“Me, insane? I’m not the one taking my genitals on a Europenis tour…”
I hated how crazy that sounded.
Silence passed between us. I had a lot of travel points. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and book her a flight.
Frowning, I took my phone and typed over the SkyTravels app. My face went a little numb when the prices populated. The cheapest flight available would cost over three hundred thousand points. I didn’t have that many, and I sure as hell couldn’t afford the three grand to pay out of pocket for her little blackmail stunt.
I dropped the device onto the tabletop. “You realize it’s July—the height of tourist season—and it’s a few days before the trip?”
“And you realize you take pictures of your junk—on work trips—and post them on some weird site for dick voyeurs?”
“Dick voyeurs.” I snorted. “Why are you on a dick voyeur site, Blake?”
While the thought of her paying to stare at my cock was rewarding, the thought of her paying and then touching herself was almost too much for me to take. Thighs spread, head thrown back on her pillow, seductive moans slipping from her lips. My blood flow shifted. Fast.
“How I stumbled across Paul is none of your concern. Only that I did and that I have an incriminating email ready to go.”
I swiped a hand over my face as my dick continued to swell in my slacks. The woman was blackmailing me, and I was getting a hard-on. Swearing under my breath, I went to the next page of airfares. The cost only grew higher. “No fucking way. The flights are outrageous.”
She folded her arms over her chest with a smug expression. “Maybe you’ll think about that the next time you try to steal something.”
“It’s not like you’re going to have time to put in for vacation. I mean—” I stopped, a smile burning my cheeks when I realized this was Blake I was dealing with. The woman was erratic. She made rash decisions—half of which depended on the answer of the magic, ass-shaped eight ball she kept on her desk. Knowing Blake, she hadn’t thought this through. At all. A slow grin worked over my face. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to use sick leave?”
Her pretty blue eyes narrowed. “How I handle this is none of your concern.”
But it was. I shoved my phone to the side, then clasped my hands on the table as I leaned toward her. “You suck at blackmail.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not getting you a flight.”
Her eye twitched. “Vance, like I said, I have an incriminating email ready to go.”
I didn’t doubt she did. What I did doubt was that she’d thought past this conversation. “But what happens on Monday when I make it my sole purpose in life to hunt you down in Paris and snap a picture of you with a baguette and a cup of coffee, and I send it to Amanda?” I tapped my fingertips over the table, pretending to type out an imaginary email. “Hey, Amanda, I didn’t know you had another European assignment. Really glad you gave it to Blake. I can only hope you reassigned the Lunchbox Museum to Margot.”
Her mouth gaped. “Are you blackmailing me now? You can’t do that!”
“Why?” I leaned back in the chair. “Not in the blackmail etiquette book?”
“This is unbelievable.”
“That’s the only thing you and I will ever agree on.”
A group of executives from Wanderlust strolled in. Blake’s gaze tracked them as they crossed the café and took a seat at a table to the side of the coffee bar. The slight scowl of frustration on her face relaxed moments before her attention came straight back to me. “You know what, screw it.” She jabbed a finger over her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Sending the incriminating email.” Her fingers furiously tapped across the screen.
A tendril of her dark hair fell in front of her face. I hated she looked so good trying to ruin my life.
“At least I won’t have to worry about you stealing all the good assignments anymore. I won’t have to listen to your stupid alarm every time you need to be reminded to breathe or listen to that stupid laugh you get when you think you’re funny. That’s almost better than a trip to Europe being an excuse not to ruin Kate’s party.”
Kate’s party?
She was in a tailspin of destruction, one that was going to make me crash and burn right along with her.
I went to snatch her phone, but she pulled away. “Look, I don’t have the money to pay for your flight.”