Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
This equates to about fifteen million dollars bagged up and ready for processing bright and early Monday morning. It’s nothing to shake a stick at, but by the time Heavy takes his cut and divides what’s left between his people, I’ll only be looking at one or two million. That’s not worth a life sentence in a Federal prison.
No, what I’m walking out of that bank with will set me up for life. I’ve already got a nice little nest egg going, but I want to do this last job and get out. And the man who hired me for this job is willing to pay any price for what’s inside that box.
After I park my car, I get out and walk inside. I don’t have a bank account here, but from what I know about my Tessa, she’s a sucker for someone in need. Her big heart can’t seem to help itself—one of the things I love about her.
I walk up to the teller line and wait behind a couple of people. Looking around, I see Tessa on the end, smiling shyly at a male customer she’s helping.
Suddenly, I find myself angry that she’s giving her smiles to someone else. It’s insane because she doesn’t know who I am, but her smiles are mine. I don’t want those precious glances directed at anyone but me.
I clench my fists and try to control myself as I take a step forward, waiting for my turn. Looking down the teller line, I see there are four more people besides my Tessa working up front, all of whom I’ve researched and know almost everything about.
“I can help you right here, sir.” I look over to see Harper smiling brightly at me, raising her eyebrows in invitation. I’m sure to anyone else she looks friendly, but I see the way she’s leering at me. I don’t want any part of it.
“No, thanks. I’m waiting on her.” I point down to Tessa, who’s finishing up with a customer.
Harper looks at Tessa, and her eyes bug out like she can’t believe who I’m talking about. Turning back to me, she flashes her fake smile and tries again. “Are you sure, honey? I’d be more than happy to take care of you.”
This time she leans down a little, showing me some of her cleavage, and I find it hard not to laugh. Instead I just shake my head and watch Tessa as I wait.
I can see she overheard our conversation as her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink. She’s embarrassed by my wanting her, but I can’t imagine why. Her body is thick and curvy and made to take a man in every way. I’d roll over if she showed me her cleavage.
The woman behind me in line steps around me to go to Harper. Much to Harper’s dismay.
Finally, Tessa’s customer is finished and walks away. Taking a step forward, I’m ready to finally talk to my angel.
Chapter 5
Sean
“May I help you, sir?”
In those five words, I’m gone. She’s not even looking at me with those liquid gold eyes, and I’m already under her spell. She fidgets with a piece of paper, looking anywhere but at me, her creamy pale cheeks burning with shyness, making the light freckles on her cheeks and nose stand out even more. I never knew freckles could turn a man on but hers do.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been in my life, and I haven’t even touched her. I want to throw myself across the counter and bury my face in her neck while I rub my body against hers. It’s some kind of animal instinct inside me that needs to get inside her body and make her mine.
“Yes, I saw you were the teller supervisor, so I thought maybe I should come directly to you, Tessa.” I indicate to her name and title on the nameplate sitting next to her.
Her eyes slide up to mine, and she nods her head slightly. If she doesn't feel this intense pull between us, I don’t know what I’ll do. I assume everyone within a ten-mile radius is getting the heat from this sexual tension.
I lick my lips a little, and her eyes go to my mouth, watching my tongue come out and run along the edge of my teeth. I want her to see my tongue and think about it between her thighs, licking her cunt and fucking her with it. I want her pussy to dampen right now because of what she sees me doing, because I want her needy and wet when she’s around me. Just like I’m hard as a goddamn steel rod right now.
“I’d like some information about opening a safety deposit box and wanted to know if you could show me what you have to offer.”
I feel my teeth biting down on my bottom lip, thinking about just exactly what she could offer me. My eyes trail down her delicate neck, down to her big tits straining against her dress. She’s not showing much cleavage—she always dresses appropriately for work. I like that about her. That I’m the only one who will get to see her body. That it’s for my eyes only. That she keeps it tucked away just for me. But her body can’t be denied, and her sexy curves are still coming through.
“Yes, sir, I can help you with that, Mr.…?”
“Sparrow. Sean Sparrow. Please call me Sean.”
She smiles shyly at me as she clicks on her computer to pull up some information. I can see her cheeks continue to burn as she tries to sneak glances at me.
“I’m looking for a new bank as well. Perhaps you can give me some information on that, too.”
“I’d be happy to.” She hands me a pamphlet and goes over the safety deposit box information.
She’s very thorough and professional, but I couldn’t tell you a single word she said. I’m completely entranced by her mouth and the fact that she’s giving me her undivided attention. I’m a selfish asshole who wants her focus to only be on me, and I’m not apologizing for it. Her body moves as she talks and she makes hand gestures to punctuate her speech. It makes me smile as I think about tying her hands to my headboard and making her beg me to fuck her. I’d sink deep inside her sweet cunt, giving her what she wants and taking all her pleasure for myself. Mine alone.