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)
Everyone looks so good. I recognize everyone, but no one recognizes me. They all either smile politely as they pass or ignore me completely. Maybe never turning my camera on and shutting myself off from them wasn’t the best idea in the world. I’m kind of regretting it now.
Gary walks right up to me wearing extremely tight brown pants and a black Polo shirt that’s seen better days. “Are you going to use those tickets?”
“Hi, Gary,” I say. “I’m Colleen.”
“Oh, black square girl,” he says with a nod when it clicks.
“Yup, that’s me,” I say awkwardly. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
He looks at the tickets in my hand again. “So, are you going to use those?”
“Yes,” I say as I clutch them protectively.
He sighs and keeps moving. Shockingly, he’s even weirder in person than over Zoom.
I’m trying to fake some confidence as I walk over to the bar. I keep looking around for Mr. King, but he doesn’t seem to be here yet.
I’m so nervous. Is this dress too much? It’s too much.
I order a green martini from the bartender, surrender one of my tickets, and down half of it in one gulp. It tastes like minty Christmas. Love it!
A stir ripples through the crowd of about two hundred people made up of employees and significant others. I can feel the electricity change in the air.
Immediately, I know it’s him. I can almost sense his presence.
With my whole body tingling, I turn and watch Mr. Marshall King, CEO of King Tech and owner of my heart, walk into the hall looking like a dream come true.
He’s… He’s perfect. There’s no other word to describe him.
That black suit… It’s my new favorite.
I can’t take my eyes off him. I’m standing here, watching him in awe, watching him with my mouth hanging open as he shakes hands with his employees and introduces himself to their husbands and wives.
His light brown hair is shaved on the sides and a bit longer on top, perfectly styled. I wonder what it feels like. I wonder what it looks like in the morning as he wakes up with a groggy look on his face and a yawn on his lips. I wonder what it looks like when he’s walking out of the shower, although if I were ever in the lucky position to witness that, I don’t think I’d be looking at his hair.
He’s so hot. Broad shoulders filling out that stylish fitted black coat. White shirt. Black tie. He looks like he could be the next James Bond. He looks like a movie star.
My eyes are following him as he works the room, smiling widely as he says hello to everyone, thanking them for coming, wishing them a good night.
I study his round muscular arms pushing against his coat sleeves and his big hands with the strong grip he gives. I wonder what those hands would feel like on my hips, guiding me back and forth as he drives into me.
“Mmmmm,” I moan as I undress him with my lustful eyes.
“Sorry, did you say something?” the guy beside me asks.
“What?” I say with a gasp. “No! I was just… this drink is soooo good! Mmmmmmm!”
“I know, right.”
I take another sip with a forced smile as the guy grabs his drink and keeps moving.
Once I’m alone again, my eyes dart back to my crush.
He’s heading this way! Oh my god, he’s heading right toward me!
Panic and excitement, but mostly panic, rushes through me as he makes his way down the bar, slapping shoulders, shaking hands, and saying hello to everyone.
He spots me and freezes for a second. His eyes widen as he stares.
Someone says something to him, but he ignores them completely, continuing to stare at me instead.
I smile shyly and then take a sip of my drink, suddenly worrying that I have a green moustache from this martini. Maybe that’s why he’s staring at me? Oh crap, that would be so me.
He suddenly comes to and walks straight at me with a blazing fire in those sexy brown eyes.
Come on confidence. Be bold, girl.
“Hello, Mr. King,” I say in a smooth calm voice when he arrives. “I’m Colleen Campbell.”
I offer my hand.
Recognition dawns in his eyes as he takes it. “The little black square.”
“That’s me,” I say as we shake, neither of us wanting to let go.
I’m acting all cool and calm, but inwardly, I’m freaking out. I’m actually touching Marshall King. His hand is so big and strong. Just the feeling of it is making all of the tiny hairs on my arms stand up straight.
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” he says as we gaze into each other’s eyes. He’s even taller than I thought he was, but not too tall. He’s the perfect height if I was to suddenly lean in and rest my cheek on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart as he wrapped his arms around me.