Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“What do I want with you?” I say as I stare into her gorgeous eyes. “Everything. I want you so bad it hurts, Colleen. I want you in every way. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours.”
Those adorable cheeks are blushing as she watches me breathlessly.
“I hope you don’t think this is a game I’m playing,” I say with a ferocity in my voice. “It’s not. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. No woman has grabbed my attention like you have. I feel like I’m losing all control.”
She stares at me in silence. My stomach drops. It sinks in that I went too far, too fast. I was too aggressive. That strategy works great in business, but not in love. She’ll probably quit her job now. I might even have a lawsuit on my hands.
I don’t care about a lawsuit. I’ll give her every penny I have to make up for making her feel uncomfortable for even a second.
She takes my hand and my legs nearly give out from relief. “Dance with me.”
I squeeze her soft hand and guide her to the dance floor. There are couples all around it, holding each other and swaying to the soft Christmas music. I wind my way into the middle, holding my girl like I’m never going to let her go.
People are watching as I turn around and take her into my arms, but I don’t focus on anything but the incredible girl in front of me.
She’s stunning. She smells so good—like vanilla candy. My mouth waters as I imagine getting a taste.
She smiles shyly as she looks up at me, one hand on my bicep, the other in my hand. We fit so perfectly together. It makes me eager to see how well we fit in other ways.
“People are watching us,” she whispers with a shy smile.
“I’m the boss,” I tell her in a firm voice. “I can do whatever I want.”
“And… what do you want to do?”
I lick my lips as I gaze down at her with hungry eyes. “Stick with me tonight and you’ll find out.”
Those adorable cheeks start blushing again. I love making them do that.
“Maybe I will,” she says with a flirty grin.
I hold her even tighter as we sway to the music, gazing into each other’s eyes, and falling in love.
It’s over. I’m obsessed. Officially obsessed.
And there’s no going back.
CHAPTER SIX
Colleen
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Marshall keeps his eyes on me the entire night. I love that I’ve stolen his attention. Even when he’s forced to talk to other people, he never looks away from me.
It’s such a possessive, territorial look. It gives me warm shivers to see him watching me like I’m his. Like I’m his to protect. Like I’m his to have.
We danced three times throughout the night and kept sneaking off into corners to talk and flirt. I told him about my obsession with Christmas and he told me how he started the company when he was my age.
He’s done so much. He’s so accomplished. It’s incredibly impressive and it makes me feel like I haven’t done anything with my life. But with that amazing man by my side, I know I can do anything I can dream of.
The staff is cleaning up and people are starting to leave. Marshall says goodbye to everyone, but he keeps his possessive eyes on me the entire time, making sure I’m not leaving without him. I wouldn’t dream of it. I know this incredible night is far from over and the best is yet to come.
He walks over to me, prowling like a panther with those heated eyes locked on my body. My skin tingles as he arrives. He looks so good in that black suit. I wish I could take a picture.
“I don’t like being so far from you,” he says. “I get all tight and on edge without you by my side.”
I smile as happiness balloons in my chest, making me feel so light and airy like I’m about to float off the ground. This night is going better than I ever could have hoped for.
“I have to get going,” I say, hoping he won’t let me. “My bus leaves in twenty minutes and it’s the last one for the night.”
“Bus?” His face looks so horrified that I chuckle. “You took the bus?! I paid for limousines.”
“Andrea said that I had to take the bus back and forth.”
He looks around with rage in his eyes. Luckily for her, she already left. He probably would have fired her on the spot.
“It’s okay,” I say as I touch his arm, calming him instantly. He’s still breathing heavily, but he no longer looks like he’s about to snap. “Don’t worry about it, please.”
I hate Andrea, but I don’t want her to get fired at Christmas.
“You’re not taking the bus home,” he says. “You’re staying at my place.”