Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I should have known I was in deep when I was soaking in every detail about him. I mean, his cheekbones? Really, Lev. Get it together. I’m chalking it up to my love of makeup and hair. That’s why I noticed all those things.
To put it simply, he’s the all-American boy, except that boy is now a man. Everything about him is perfect. Too perfect.
"You're Lev, right?" His voice is deep with a hint of a drawl to it. I should have left before the cake. Then I wouldn’t be in this position.
"Yeah, that's me." I keep my attention trained on my phone. Still I see him lean back in his chair. I let the silence grow. One of two things usually happens in these situations. People tend to dislike silence when they are with strangers, leading them to either leave or attempt to fill it. I'm banking on him leaving.
But he doesn't.
In fact, it's me that starts to shift in my seat. I swear I feel his eyes on me, but I can't chance a peek because I'll get busted. Plus, those blue eyes of his have a freaky spell on me.
“Okay, what’s your name?” I blurt out, finally turning to give him my attention. Not that he didn’t already have it. A slow, sexy smile spreads across his face, showing off perfect teeth. “Mr. Perfect?” I give him a little jab.
“Mr. Perfect?” he asks with a smile still lying on his lips.
“Never mind.” I can’t believe I said that. I was trying to make a dig, but he has me flustered. I’m not used to that.
“You can call me Eros.”
I shake my head. He has to be kidding me. “Seriously?”
“You don’t like my name?”
“I didn’t think a country boy would be named Eros. The god of love.”
“My mama loved Greek mythology.” He lets more of his Southern drawl flood out. “A lot of people don’t catch it.”
“The drawl, or the meaning of the name?”
“Both.”
2
EROS
Iwait, letting the one word hang in the air between us. It doesn’t bother me in the least. I can sit in silence next to her and take every inch of her in. I already have her features memorized, though.
The second I spotted the dark-haired beauty, I hadn't been able to take my eyes off her. Which annoyed me. Not because I didn’t want to watch her. I very much did, but I didn’t want to come off as a creep.
Then when the groom, Caleb, filled me in on who she was, I thanked every god my mom ever taught me about. This is the girl that Caleb called in a favor for. He’d asked if I had an opening for work. He explained that he had accidentally gotten a girl fired and was trying to fix it to make it up to his fiancée. Said he’d owe me one if I did him a favor.
When I asked why he didn’t just hire her himself, he told me she was a bit different and that my office might be a better fit. That had intrigued me, but I’d agreed. Caleb never needs favors, and it would be worth the hire. I also knew he wouldn't send me someone completely incompetent.
We went to college together and have randomly kept in contact. I was shocked as hell when he told me he was getting married. The man is the grumpiest fuck I have ever known. That is also why when I got my invitation in the mail for the wedding, I RSVP’d instantly. There was no chance in hell I was missing him tying the knot.
I'm guessing with the way those dark eyes rimmed in full lashes, making them even darker, are assessing me and holding the hint of a glare that she has no clue who I am. I want to keep it that way for now.
I hope to understand the true essence of her before she finds out who I truly am. I don’t want the façade people often put on when interacting with their boss. My office doesn’t run that way, but it will take her time to get adjusted. I'm normally a patient man. Good things come to those who wait. Right now, I find myself lacking that virtue.
Caleb must be rubbing off on me. He's the bull in the china shop that growls. I take my time and enjoy the ride. It can take you a lot of places if you let it. However, I already know where I want to go this time.
Lev shifts in her seat again. She might be petite, but I can still see the slight curve of her breasts, the teal bra under her blouse teasing me. There is a flare to her hips that makes me want to reach over and grab them.
I’d easily pluck her up from her chair and put her in my lap. She has the kind of hips that make a man have ideas. Ideas that will lock you to them in every way. I’ve never felt that before today. Before her.