Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“See her out.” Mason nods to Brock. The blonde has clearly been dismissed.
Brock does as he asks and steps back a little, giving the woman room to walk between us. She huffs before heading towards the elevator. I watch as Brock looks over at Helen, who is standing at her desk. Their eyes lock, and she blushes as Brock gives her a little wink.
“Thank you, Brock,” I tell him. I should thank him, right? He walked me to work. I don’t know the protocol here.
“Thank you for breakfast,” he says back.
I feel Mason’s hand lock around my arm, pulling me into his body.
“You two had breakfast? What are you thanking him for?” He fires off the questions as he leans down next to my ear. “Did he fucking touch you?” He growls the last part, making me turn to look at him. I hear the ding of the elevator as my eyes meet his.
“No, he didn’t touch me,” I say.
His eyes are intense, and my body does the same thing it always does when he gets that hard look. I know what’s coming as he drags me into his office, slamming the door shut behind us. Sealing us in.
Chapter Nine
Mason
“You mind telling me what that was about?” Heat rises up my neck, and I know I have no right to be jealous. But I am. I can’t stop the jealousy coursing through my body. This feeling is all too new to me, and I have no idea how to handle it or deal with it.
Brock isn’t someone who should be a threat to me. He’s old enough to be her father. But she’s the kind of woman that looks so innocent and sweet that any man would want her, no matter his age. I remind myself that he and Helen have something going on and that Kennedy is mine. But my claim to her is flimsy. I need to change that. Quick. I know just the way to do it. Her round with my child will show everyone how mine she is, and I need to make that happen now. Bind her to me in every way possible so she can never leave me.
She twists her fingers together and looks at the floor. “He was nice to me on the way to work, so I gave him one of the two muffins I took from your kitchen. I hope that was okay.” She sticks out her lower lip a little, and I want to suck it into my mouth. Bite it.
I take a step towards her and wait for her to look up to me. If I touch her now, I won’t be able to control myself. After a moment, her bright eyes meet mine, and I try to soften my face. I don’t want to scare her. I need her to fall for me. I want her to be here because she wants it, not just because she’s paid to be.
“That’s okay, sweetie. I just feel very protective of you.” I brush away a stray hair, careful not to touch her skin. I notice her headband with the bow. So fucking innocent. I don’t know how she got herself wrapped up in this, selling her little body to bastards like me. We shouldn’t even have the right to look at her.
She nods and gives me a small smile.
“One muffin isn’t near enough. I’ll order some food and you can eat.”
Stepping away, I grab my phone and make a call. Afterwards, Kennedy sits down in the seat in front of my desk and we go over my calendar. I’m trying to do anything I can to stop thinking about taking her on the floor, making her scream out my name so everyone in the fucking building knows she’s mine and I can get this jealousy under control. I have to, because I know if I do that, I’ll only get pissed people heard her cumming for me.
I explain the system that I’m struggling to use, and she beams. It’s one that she is familiar with. I sigh in happy relief as she comes around my desk and shows me what I’m doing wrong.
“When did you use this program?” I ask, wanting to know everything about her, all her details that make her who she is.
“It’s actually one I used at a restaurant I used to work at.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “They always had a long reservation wait, so we used this to schedule tables. They used me as a hostess sometimes and I picked it up really quick.”
Pride grows in my chest. “You’re very smart. This isn’t easy to use, and I’ve been through a dozen admins that couldn’t get it.”
She blushes at my compliment. “I did well in school.”
I don’t ask her which school, because we both know she means high school. If she’s remotely close to twenty, I’ll sell my company on eBay.