Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Good girl!? Did he just say if I was a good girl!?
Anyone else would have been out of here the moment he walked through the door. I know I should be throwing him out right now, but it’s like I’m hypnotized. Those emerald green eyes, the predatory stare he’s giving me–I’m transfixed. I can feel moisture on my panties now. Genuine arousal. This has never happened to me in my entire life.
I feel something hard press up against my butt and realize he’s backed me up against my desk. I hadn’t even realized I was stepping away from him–that’s something I never do. It’s important to stand your ground and maintain a powerful position when you’re a CEO.
“Do you mind?” he asks, leaning his arm past me to my water bottle. “It’s a hot day in the city.”
At this distance, I can feel his heat. I can smell his sweat, and all that does is turn me on even more. I can feel my wetness running down my thighs, so I squeeze them together in an attempt to keep that hidden from him. He leans closer, but all I can do is stand there, frozen like a statue of myself as his lips move nearer and nearer to mine.
My God. Is he going to kiss me?
“You have nice lips, Alice,” he says. “I bet none of the men who work for you have the balls to tell you that, but it’s true.”
He is! He is going to kiss me! And I’m going to let him.
But at the last moment, just as our lips are about to meet, he swerves, leans past me, and picks my water bottle up off my desk. He leans back and takes a deep swig and lets his enjoyment read all over his face. A deep disappointment and anger rushes through me that I have to fight from showing.
After he’s finished, he extends his hand like he did before, and I take the bottle back from him. With a wink, he says, “You would have let me,” then turns his back on me and walks toward the door.
I’m shocked, overflowing with rage. I want to hurl the bottle at him and hit him in the head with it.
“I would not!” I shout back.
He reaches the door and turns back to me. “Le Bernadin. See you at eight.”
So presumptuous! Who is this man?
“I won’t be there!” I snap as he grabs the door knob and twists it. Without turning, he replies.
“Come on, Alice, stop pretending. We both know you will.”
And with that, he walks out the door and closes it behind him, leaving me feeling like I’ve just been hit by a tornado.
2
DAMIEN
I arrive at La Bernadin at 8:25 and find Alice sitting by herself at a table waiting for me. She’s wearing a gorgeous blue dress that somehow says I’m powerful and I’m sexy at the same time. I watch her through the window as checks her phone, growing angrier by the second.
She’s antsy. She’s upset with me. She shouldn’t be waiting this long for a date, and she knows it. But for some reason, she’s waiting for me.
Megan, the hostess, comes right up to me as I step through the door. “Damien, how are you, dear? I saw you reserved a table, but it seems somehow we’re all full–”
“Oh, don’t worry.” I smile, pointing over at Alice. “That’s mine right there.”
She turns and sees Alice, and her expression shifts completely. Her lips purse, and her eyes narrow as she shoots daggers at my date for the evening. Megan has had a thing for me since we first met months ago–a thing that’s never been reciprocated. “Well then, right this way.”
Just seeing Alice from this distance across the dining room has my body coming alive for her. My testosterone levels are rising like I’ve just been shot up with steroids, and my cock is growing hard beneath my pants–so hard it’s getting uncomfortable just to walk to our table.
So she’s seven years older than I am. So what? Her face is the epitome of beauty, and her body itself could be a meal served here. Not that I’d let anyone else have the tiniest taste. I don’t even like having to share her looks with the other men here who can lay their eyes on her like the piece of art she is.
She spots me as I approach and tugs down on the hem of her dress, unintentionally accentuating the curves of her hips, a move that instantly causes my balls to go tight and sends thoughts of breeding her racing through my mind.
The way she shifts in her chair causes her breasts to sway in her dress, but I can tell she’s not doing it purposefully–not like these young bimbos running around Manhattan, going to clubs, doing anything they can to get themselves attention. No, Alice isn’t that type of woman. In fact, I get the distinct impression she has no idea what kind of effect she’s having on me right now.