Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Well, he needs a party planner to help him with a gala,” I inform her. “Obviously, I said I knew the best one in the country.” I walk to the kitchen, opening the fridge and finding it fully stocked, probably thanks to my parents. “He asked if you used to babysit me.”
“Great, I’ll look forward to it.” Her phone pauses. “I have to go. I have a client trying to call me.” She picks up the phone. “Love you. Don’t kill your boss.”
“No promises.” I smile at her. “Love you too.” I hang up the phone, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and twisting the top open, bringing the water bottle to my mouth. “No promises,” I repeat to no one, trying to forget him, but the more I try to push him away from my mind, the more I see his eyes just staring at me. “Dick.”
six
Caine
I pull into the parking garage and the first thing I spot is her SUV, which makes me grip my steering wheel even tighter. “Get over it,” I mutter, putting the car in park before getting out. I walk past her SUV and stop to look inside, seeing that it’s empty, which is a far cry from Friday when it was busting at the seams. All week I kept to myself. I spoke to her only when I needed to speak to her. I never asked her a question I knew I shouldn’t ask her because the little minx had gone to human resources about me.
Was she wrong? No, no, she was not. I asked her questions I shouldn’t have asked her and were of no concern to me. She was of no concern to me, except she was all I fucking thought about all fucking weekend long. Which pissed me off even more. The whole time I’m walking to the elevator, I have to remind myself that she’s way too young for me and in a different league. She’s probably dating some university kid who graduated with her. You were whacking the mole all weekend, thinking of her while she was probably planning your murder.
“I’m not going to let her get to me,” I tell myself as I press the button. “I’m not going to let her get to me.” The minute I know I’m going to see her soon, my palms get sweaty. I step into the elevator and press the floor button and then look up at the numbers.
My heart speeds up even more, which is the stupidest thing that’s ever happened to me. Maybe this is a sign I’m having a stroke. Or maybe it’s the fact all you want to do is fuck her. Maybe it’s the fact all you see when you look at her is her sucking your cock or her bending over your desk and telling you how hard she wants it. Just the image of these thoughts gets my cock at half-mast.
I step out of the elevator and nod to the receptionist, who smiles at me, turning and walking into the office space. My eyes scan the room, and I want to tell myself I’m just doing it to see who is here, but I’m lying. I’m scanning the room to see where she is. I spot her right away talking to Brian or Ryan or is it Kevin? I can’t remember his name. He works as Jaret’s PA. The two of them are walking out of the kitchen area, both of them with a coffee in their hand. He gives her a nod before she heads down the hall and he just stands there watching her walk away. His eyes are straight on her ass as he lifts the cup to his mouth. He watches for a second before he must sense my eyes on him. He lifts his eyebrows, trying not to panic in an I got caught staring at her ass moment.
My eyes watch him walk away before I turn and watch Grace walk down the hallway like it’s a runway. All I can see is legs, lots and lots of legs. That and her fucking sky-high heels she wears to taunt me. Her green skirt is mid-thigh, which should not be worn at work. She’s wearing a white shirt underneath that shows off a bit of her midriff, which again should be covered. Then she has a suit jacket that is white with some peach flowers and green, I have no idea. I just know that it looks like an hourglass. I make a mental note to redo the employee handbook before turning to see her sleeves are pulled up and I can see her wearing some gold bracelets today. Her hair is down and curled perfectly. “Good morning,” she greets when I approach her desk.
“Good morning,” I mumble. “I guess you being here means your OnlyFans didn’t take off.” My head screams what the fuck is wrong with you the minute the words are out of my mouth.