Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Holy shit! What are you doing? You just smacked Bennett—your new boss—in the face!
Déjà vu hits me like a truck. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this, but the biggest difference is that now, he’s my employer. The man whose assistant job has finally made me feel like I am really turning my life around.
You idiot!
“Oh my God. I…I…I…” I open and close my mouth several times, unsure of what to say or do. A thousand apologies sit on my lips, but when I see that Bennett is just standing there, smirking down at me, I clamp my lips closed.
And when he says, “Did I strike a nerve, sweetheart? You want to fuck the sheep farmer?”
My hand finds its way to his face for a second time.
Bennett
My cheek stings from the shock of her palm, and Norah stares up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, the ones I’ve managed to memorize every facet of like the back of my hand.
And when the realization of what I just instigated settles inside the logical part of my mind, my heart takes off at a run, pounding inside my chest. Way to go, you dick.
I’m not even mad that she slapped me. I’m mad that I acted like I cared so much about that dumbass sheep farmer flirting with her and spouted a mouthful of bullshit at her because of it. Being cruel isn’t something I want to be, nor will I ever be proud of it.
“Norah, I—”
“What the hell? I thought we were getting along!” she shouts over me. “I thought things were gravy between us. I actually love working for you and I want to keep working for you, but you just had to prove me wrong by doing what you always do, and now you’re probably going to fire me even though I wasn’t the one acting like a total asshole!”
Fire her? Summer would be devastated. And she wouldn’t be the only one missing Norah’s presence.
“Norah, I’m not going to fire you.”
A deep sigh escapes her lungs, and I’m not even sure if she heard what I said because she dives right back into yelling at me. “Why, Bennett? Why do you always do that? How do you always do that? Up until I met you, I’d never slapped anyone! But you? You manage to get me so pissed off that I’ve now slapped you who even knows how many times at this point!”
The irony of what she’s saying isn’t lost on me. I’m not the only one making other people do crazy shit. “Join the club, sweetheart. I don’t make a point of getting arrested for punching people’s ex-lovers. Before you came barreling into Red Bridge, my life was a hell of a lot less dramatic.”
“Shut up!” She shoves a hand into my chest. “Just…shut up, okay? Shut up.” When I don’t say anything, she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the wall. “And why do you even care?” she eventually asks, her voice quiet.
“Excuse me?”
Her eyes open again and lock with mine. “Why do you even care that I was talking to Tad Hanson? Why do you care what I do or who I do it with?”
“I don’t.” Liar.
Norah stares at me. I stare right back at her.
“I don’t,” I repeat but find myself stepping closer to her. “I don’t care,” I say, leaning down to meet her gaze at eye level. “Not one fucking bit.”
But the instant those words leave my throat, my mouth follows their path, and before I know it, before I can even make sense of it, we’re kissing.
I don’t know who started it, but I know that I’m not stopping it. And I know that her hands grip the material of my shirt as she pulls my body closer to hers.
A moan escapes her throat, and I feel it all the way to my cock.
Son of a bitch. This, right here, is the last thing I should be doing.
But she tastes so good.
I wrap my arms around her body, sliding my hands down the small of her back and over her ass, until my fingers grip the flesh of her thigh and lift it up to my hip. The silk material of her dress brushes against my skin, and a greedy little groan jumps from her mouth and into mine.
I should stop this.
She presses her hips against me, rubbing herself against my already hard cock through the material of our clothes.
But she feels too good.
Her breasts are pressed tight against me, and I feel them every time she takes a breath against my chest. Hell, I can feel the hardness of her nipples beneath her dress.
I. Need. To. Stop. This.
But you don’t want to stop it. You want to slide your hand farther up her thigh until your fingers are underneath her panties.