Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Why was I acting like that to him? I mean, I can’t deny the fact that I find him attractive. Too attractive. I may be perpetually pissed, but I’m not blind.
With those ocean-blue eyes fringed with thick lashes that I’d kill for, light curly brown hair that’s always messy, the easy smile, and the weird dimple in between his eyebrows—he’s good-looking. Maybe with the right woman, he’s also charming. Maybe even sweet.
To me, he’s just plain annoying.
Which is why my reaction to him in the elevator is baffling. It’s like I was possessed by someone who knows how to flirt. Is that how people flirt? Or is that how people are when they’re in a relationship? God, I don’t know. I have no idea because I’ve never been in this situation.
I haven’t had a full make-out session or had sex with anyone. I don’t even remember being this attracted to anyone. Just now. Just with him. And that just annoys me even more.
Meanwhile, Parker is probably so experienced, he can talk anyone into lending him their pet pig. He most likely can talk anyone into bending over backward for him.
When I take off my clothes in the shower, I’m not remotely surprised to find that my panties are soaked and my thighs feel sticky.
Yep. Piper the Virgin just got turned on because her next-door neighbor had his arm on her body. In my defense, his arm was so corded and his biceps so hard that I had to restrain myself from salivating right there and then. It was only then that I fully understood the appeal of rolled sleeves or t-shirts on muscled men. It’s sexy, and he doesn’t even have to try.
If Parker finds out about this, I’ll never hear the end of it. So I hope that’s the last time we’ll ever be that close.
Sighing, I mentally shake myself. I’ve never been much of a liar. And I just know I’ll be dreaming of him tonight—him and his hands all over me—hoping to at least relieve the sweet ache between my thighs.
God, Piper. This is juvenile behavior, and it’s embarrassing.
I reach for my lavender body wash. It’s not my favorite scent because I prefer peppermint, but I once read about it being good for calming nerves.
Yes, well, I’m gonna need the entire bottle.
The air around me feels thick, constricting my chest with a suffocating weight. My heart pounds, each beat echoing louder and louder in my ears until I can’t hear anything else.
I scramble to inhale deeply to help ground myself, but it’s as if every gulp of air takes every energy I have. My palms grow clammy, my hands tremble at my sides, clutching my silk pants.
The world begins to blur at the edges, and the brick wall pressing against my back is the only thing reminding me that I’m still here. That I’m not somewhere else watching this happen to another person.
I’m so used to being in control that I sometimes forget to be extra cautious. It’s stupid of me to think he’s here accidentally. Of course, he’s not. This creep wants nothing more than to get in my pants, and with the way he’s behaving, I’m not putting it above him to do everything to get what he wants.
I’m alone with him in the alley beside the apartment building. I don’t know how he managed to follow me, but it’s past 11 PM and most of the tenants are already inside their homes. It’s just the two of us, and no one can help me.
I can scream, but I can’t even get a word out. My throat is closing up. I’m struggling to breathe, and it’s like one of those nightmares where you’re trying to yell but no sound comes out except a squeak.
Physically, I can never take him on unless I manage to kick his balls. Maybe I should’ve listened to all those self-defense classes I was forced to take back in college. Maybe if I remember any of them, I can do something about this instead of feeling helpless.
“Hey, fuckface. Are you deaf or dumb? The lady said no multiple times. Even a third grader understands what that means.”
It takes a few seconds for the fog to clear and for the familiar voice to pierce through the panic in my head. I know that voice. I hear it almost every day.
When my gaze snaps to the guy behind my creepy workmate, I almost sag to the ground in relief.
Parker.
I don’t know why he’s here when it’s almost midnight, but I’m so happy I want to launch myself into his arms.
Brent a.k.a. The Office Creep is still an arm-length away from me, but he twists at the waist to face Parker. “This is none of your business, pal. Just go away with… Is that a pig? Why would you…? You know what, just leave us alone. I’m just asking her a question.”