Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Of course I am,” I say dismissively. “I’m just thinking you’ve never had a woman come on to you before.”
“Well, let’s just stop this right here,” he says coldly. “I’m not interested in you.”
“Simone,” I say with a pointed look.
“Simone what?” he asks, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“If you’re going to say something like that to me, say it with conviction. It will help if you put my name on the end of the statement. So like you’d say, ‘I’m not interested in you, Simone.’ ”
Van’s lips press tight and anger flashes in his eyes. He enunciates his words clearly, leaning slightly toward me. “I’m. Not. Interested. In. You. Simone.”
I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Nah…you see, that wasn’t really convincing. But I do love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth. Try it again, though, if you want.”
For a brief moment, I’m afraid Van might stroke out. There’s a vein that pops in his temple, and his jaw locks so hard I can hear his teeth grinding. He opens his mouth to what I’m guessing is to repeat the words, but I decide to give him a little distraction.
Standing up from my sexy lean against the half wall, I pull the sheer blouse up over my head until it comes free. I drop it to the floor and bring a finger up to drag it across the top edge of the lace cup. Nudity is obviously something I’m very comfortable with. My voice goes husky when I ask him, “Do you think this bra is what I should wear with this blouse? I worry that it might be a little too risqué.”
Because he’s a man and I didn’t expect anything different, Van’s eyes drop to my breasts. The anger in his eyes is still there, but I am completely rewarded by a flash of genuine male appreciation as he doesn’t give my boobs just a glance.
He looks.
And I mean…he looks.
A shiver of excitement runs up my spine as I watch him taking in his fill of me, and I consider the brief possibility that I might be late for work tonight. I hold my breath to see what he does.
Dragging his eyes up to meet mine again, he says in a flat voice, “Still not interested.”
Well damn.
I give him a pouty look that’s not put on at all. I’m really disappointed. “Oh come on, Van. I’m half naked in front of you. I happen to know my breasts are fantastic. Lucas is with Stephy tonight. What the hell is wrong with this?”
“You’re not my type,” he says with a cocky grin. “I like my women a little less loose.”
I’d gasp if I were really offended, but I’m not. I’m totally acting like a hussy, but I can’t help it. Remember that petulant desire I have for him. I just need to charm him a little bit more with my quirky ways—and because I can tell he did, in fact, like my breasts—more cleavage.
I take one last stab at getting what I want tonight. I take a few steps toward him, swaying my hips. That effort’s wasted, and Van’s eyes come back to my chest for a moment before locking with my own.
“Bet if I were to cop a feel right now, your body would prove you to be a liar,” I murmur to him.
He doesn’t respond, but his eyes flash at the prospect of me putting my hand on him.
“Or,” I say teasingly, “I’ll leave you unmolested, and you can at least just admit that you’re slightly attracted to me.”
I barely get the words out before Van is backing me up with his massive size. He doesn’t even touch me but walks right into me, and I’m so stunned by the quick, catlike reflexes he’s showcasing that I start backing up. Right into the half wall, where the molding digs into my back.
Van tips his head down and puts his face right into mine. Our bodies are just inches apart and I’m slightly unnerved and slightly turned on by his sudden move.
“I’m only going to tell you this once more, Simone,” he says with emphasis on my name. “I am not interested in you, so just stay out of my way. You do not want to see me pissed off.”
My breathing has actually turned into a pant, and I’m pretty sure my nipples can’t get any harder. He’s so close I could kiss him, and despite his words of warning, I saw the thick ridge of his cock pushing against his jeans. He can deny it all he wants, but he’s totally attracted me.
I lick my lips to wet them, and decide to try some reason. “Van…I think—”
Before I know it, Van’s got his big hand wrapped around the back of my neck, his thumb pressed under my chin. He gives me a warning squeeze that doesn’t hurt, but it lets me see a glimpse of his power. He forces my head to tip back slightly, moves his face closer to mine.