Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Miss Evans.”
I click the switch to turn on my little friend. Loving how he says my name, I press it against my sex. “What can I do for you, Mr. Monroe?” I exhale at the initial vibration.
“I’m calling to inquire why a phone call was made from my desk after I left this evening.”
Oh fuck. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I add more pressure, stroking it up and down my slit.
“I think you do.”
God, his voice. I don’t even need the vibrator. I imagine his deep voice humming between my thighs. “I sure don’t. Cleaning lady, maybe—oh, yeah. . . cleaning lady,” I reply, my voice husky. “Is that all you needed, Mr. Monroe?”
“So, you’re saying the cleaning lady was naughty, snooped through my call log, and pressed redial?”
“Yep.” Oh god, keep talking.
“Do you think she found what she was looking for?”
“Oh, yes.” I work myself harder.
“I don’t like liars, Miss Evans.”
“Mm-hmmm.” My pace increases, his tone lowers, and I slide my toy deeper inside me.
“If I find out you’re lying to me, there will be repercussions.”
“I hope so,” I whisper. Shit, I’m about to come.
“Have you been a bad girl, Fay?”
“Shit.” Oh my god. Fuck! I almost drop my phone. My insides squeeze my toy, and my orgasm tears through me. I exhale, and my hand falls to my side. Shit, that was hot. Out of breath, I gasp, “No. Not me. All sorts of good over here.” Holy smokes, I think I’m sweating. “Is there anything else you need, Mr. Monroe?”
“Just wanted to make sure you came.” I almost drop my phone for a second time.
“Wait, what?”
“Good night, Miss Evans.”
He disconnects the call.
The sound of an alarm jolts me awake, and I shoot out of bed. “Fire!” I scream. I look around for flames, only to realize it’s just my alarm.
I grab my chest and look around for my phone. “Where the heck are you?” I find it on the floor, partially under my bed. When I turn it face-up to shut the alarm off, I see that it’s been going off for almost twenty-seven minutes. “Crap!” I hurl myself out of bed and race to get ready. The last thing I need is to be late and deal with Captain Assholio.
As I rush around, I’m proud I only stop twice to gag, considering everything I drank last night. Even thinking about all the drinks almost makes me gag again, but I take a breath and go over last night's events. How did I even get home? I remember some badass karaoke, dancing, and a lot of shots. Kyle is definitely not my type—there were zero vibes—but he sure knows how to sing. And dance. And, well, take shots with the best of them. Maybe he drove me? Or hopefully not, since he had barely been standing by the time I left.
Oh well. I made it home. Just as I’m about to leave my room, I trip over my pleasure penetrator. My eyebrows go up. “Hmmm. . . I don’t remember you making an appearance last night. No wonder I slept like the dead.”
I race to work, waving to Amy as I fly down the hall and throw myself into my chair with three minutes to spare. “Suck it, alarm clock.”
“Wow, you’re alive.”
Kyle walks up to my desk with a steaming cup of coffee.
“How much for that coffee? I have about seven dollars, half a pack of stale gum, and some expired gift cards. Wait, no. Those are actually just coupons my mom gave me for free hugs and kisses. She’s weird and cheap.”
Kyle laughs and does the right thing. Snatching the mug from him, I put it to my nose, inhaling the goodness. “Thaaank you.”
“You can keep the seven dollars, but I’m taking the certificates. I can always use a free kiss and hug.” I look at him with wide eyes. “Kidding.”
“Oh! Got it. My mom would probably have a lot of questions when you come to collect.” God, this coffee is good. I can feel my body coming back to life. “Wow, so fun times last night.”
Kyle grins. “For sure. I didn’t realize you loved karaoke so much.”
“I work part-time at a dive bar. It’s ingrained in me to enjoy it. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, you know?”
“Where at? I’d love to come hang out while you—”
My intercom beeps. “Miss Evans, I’ll take my coffee and agenda if you’re finished.” We both jerk at hearing Theo’s phone slam onto the base from behind his closed office door.
“Sorry. I gotta go. Catch up later.”
“Yeah, sure thing.” I shoot out of my chair. Shit. I don’t have his coffee. I inwardly groan knowing what I need to do.
Chapter eleven
Theo
“Not now, Theo.”
“I’m telling you, Alana practically admitted she lied.”
“I told you to drop it. Where are we at with the litigation? I asked you to look into the holdup with the shareholders—”