Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 49189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I’m not sure if I’m losing my mind or just maybe having one of those mid-life crisis scenarios you hear about.
“Mr. Hart?” The now annoyingly familiar voice chimes again, Marie, our weekend receptionist. I only turn my head slightly in reply.
This damn tree trunk in my pants isn’t something I want to show around the office, even if there’s only a couple of us here.
“Ummm…a Vanessa Campbell is at reception. Says she has an….”
She’s here.
Fuck, she’s actually here.
“Show her into my office, Marie.” I clip, my voice cracking some as I keep my back turned, feeling a fresh wave of desire throbbing from my balls all the way up the shaft of my cock. Making me swallow hard.
This is more of a fucking turn-on than I ever imagined.
If I don’t let off some steam down there soon, I’ll fucking burst.
Patience, Mike. And maybe worry more about hiding that telescope instead of where you’d like to plant it.
Snatching a large, random file from Jase’s desk, I casually cover myself as I clear my throat, making my way noisily to my office at the end of the huge hallway.
The door’s open, and I can see Vanessa is already sitting there, waiting for me.
She’s chosen an open-backed chair, and I can see she has on a professional-looking skirt with a white blouse.
But the curve of her sweet ass, hugging the chair, has my full attention.
I catch a faint hint of her scent that makes me stop mid-step. A shiver runs from my groin all the way to the top of the few silver hairs on my head.
The scent of fresh laundry, grocery store shampoo, and something else…a scent that they don’t sell in stores, entices me.
The scent of a young woman in her prime, ready for her mate, even if she doesn’t know it yet, her body does.
How a girl like this is just walking around in broad daylight without anyone watching over her….
I take slow and measured steps, pausing at the doorway.
Noticing her shoulders shudder a little once I’m close enough.
Yeah…I’m right behind you. And I have something for you. Right here. Whenever you want it….
I stand behind her for what feels like a maddening amount of time before she turns to look up at me.
I could seriously stare at this girl all day and from any angle and never grow tired of it.
She gives a little gasp once she realizes how close I am, and as much as I want to shift this folder and show her what I have for her, our eyes just lock.
Like neither of us can look away or even remember why she’s here.
But she is here. That’s all that matters.
There’s a long silence, and I watch my huge hand thrusting out toward her as she stands slowly. Looking like she’s being pulled up by strings.
Both of us gravitate toward each other as if there’s a third element drawing us closer.
“I’m Michael Hart,” I hear my deep voice tell her, feeling one brow lift.
Almost as if I’m announcing more than just myself in one word.
Sounding like I’m staking my claim on what I can plainly see should be all mine for the taking.
If the view from the back made my balls rise, seeing her from the front and so close is something else.
As soon as I feel her fingers curl around mine, she lets out another little sound.
Anyone else might call it nerves.
I call it fucking destiny.
“Va…Vanessa,” she stammers, quickly adding, “Campbell! Vanessa Campbell,” she says, blushing red and looking down.
My reflex is to lift her face up with my fingers on her chin and tell her she doesn’t need to be nervous with me.
But something, that part of me that runs on habit kicks in, and I remind myself not to fuck this up by being too obvious about how I feel about her.
Not giving away that she’s been in the front of my mind as well as my sleepless nights for months already.
“Vanessa Campbell,” I echo in a graveled voice. Finally, and reluctantly, letting her hand go before I turn and make my way to my seat behind my desk.
Pleased when she sits opposite me. Crossing her legs like a lady but innocently gives my greedy eyes a free peepshow in the process as my eyes snap to another of her best features.
And god in heaven if she isn’t wearing white panties to match that blouse.
Holy fucking shit.
This is gonna be the hardest interview of my life.
Absolutely.
CHAPTER THREE
Vanessa
Jase knows me well enough.
I would've tried to get out of it if he’d given me a week before or even just a few days before setting up an interview with his Dad.
Jase would be my new boss, so he should be the one interviewing me. But I guess his Dad already knows we’re friends, so it wouldn’t be right.