Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Problem solved.”
She is watching me from the door with just her head poking around the door frame. Her hair is hanging in wet waves around her face. “Are you sure?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s all safe now.”
She takes a step into the bathroom and time freezes.
She still has a towel wrapped around her, but just barely. It’s too small. In her haste to escape the shower, she must have grabbed the wrong towel. The fabric clings to her wet skin, leaving very little to the imagination.
The swell of her breasts under the towel is shocking. They look ripe and full, and I fight a wild urge to reach out and touch them. A bead of water drips down her neck between her breasts. My eyes follow it. Fuck, there’s a lot of cleavage there. If the towel were an inch lower, I’d see everything.
I had no idea she hid such amazing tits beneath her baggy outfits.
I follow the curve of her body down from her breasts to her hips, then down to her exposed thighs. Her skin is creamy and flawless. I want to taste every inch of it.
The edge of the towel comes down to the top of her legs, barely hiding her pussy from my hungry gaze. Somehow, I feel like this is more seductive than if she’d been completely naked. She’s revealing so much but not really showing anything at all. It was a tease. A turn on. My insides clench with desire, and I feel my cock stir in my boxers.
I look up at her face quickly, not wanting her to see me eye-fucking her. Again, I’m taken by surprise at how gorgeous she looks. Her long dark hair is no longer in the too-tight bun she always wears. It falls to her shoulders in waves.
And without her glasses, her eyes enchant me. I caught a hint of it in the cab ride over, but seeing her up close like this is like getting hit by lightning.
It was the first time I’ve ever seen her. Really seen her. She’s been hiding her sexy body from the world under those terrible outfits. Or maybe she’s been hiding it from me. Either way, it’s a shame. A woman this fine needs to show it all off. To hide it is a crime. It’s like keeping the Mona Lisa covered up under sackcloth. The world deserves to see it.
Jade Emerson is a masterpiece!
I can’t reconcile the two versions of her. My plain assistant can’t possibly be the woman standing in front of me. She looks like her mind-blowingly hotter, younger sister.
All of these thoughts run through my mind in a matter of seconds. Even then, it feels like I’ve stared too long. I’m not shy when it comes to letting a woman know how much I appreciate the sight of her, but this is my married PA. And I always keep things professional between me and my secretaries. I’m not going to stop now.
Our eyes meet.
Something like an electrical charge crackles in the air between us. I wonder if she feels it, too. Probably not. She called me in here to kill a spider, not so I could take advantage of the situation and stare at her almost naked body.
At that moment, I become distinctly aware that I’m only wearing my boxer briefs. I don’t mind showing off my body. I take care of myself for that very reason. But the sight of Jade Emerson’s alluring figure is having a physical effect on me.
I’m not rock hard yet, but I’m getting there. I need to cut the tension or things between us are going to get really awkward. I have to say something. Anything. Just to get my mind off how good she looks. To distract that animal part of my brain that is screaming at me to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless.
That is, of course, after I rip the towel off and see what other beautiful secrets she’s been hiding from me, and running my tongue over every inch of her…until she begs me to let her come.
Shit, this isn’t helping.
I have to think of something, but the only thing my brain can think about is how goddamn hot she is. So I go with that. I clear my throat to make sure she can’t hear the desire in my voice. “So, Jade. You’re looking different.”
She peers down at herself and her cheeks turn red. “Yeah, it’—a-a I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“It’s a good look for you.”
Her head jerks up and she looks at me in surprise. “Mr. Remington?”
I force a smile and raise my hands in a placating gesture. “That came out wrong.”
It’s not that I’m nervous. In fact, it’s the opposite. The fact that I find her so attractive has kicked my sex drive into gear. I want to butter her up. I want to take things to a sexual place. That’s my natural instinct in a situation like this.