Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She continues fumbling at something so I can’t see her expression, but those brown curls bob up and down. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I cleaned your bedroom a bit. I packed some of the work-related stuff that you had on the bedside table into a folder, and then vacuumed and scrubbed the bathroom.”
I nod.
“I won’t write tomorrow, so you can do my study too,” I say and for a change, she merely nods, not meeting my eye.
“Yes, of course. No problem.”
That merits a sharp look in her direction. Since when did Haley become so compliant? Usually, she’s protesting and whining, not to mention getting under my skin with every word out of that pretty mouth. But she merely bites her lip and looks away.
“Anyways, I’ll just finish up here. Lunch will be ready in half an hour.”
I stare at her, watching as she starts busying herself in the kitchen. But the curvy girl won’t meet my eye, and I turn with a sigh before heading back into my office. It’s been a long day, and the problem is that it’s not even noon yet. Fuck my life.
12
Haley
* * *
At dinner, Bo seems quite relaxed. He was ungodly attractive as usual, with his black hair swept back and his jaw clean shaven, even though it was already six in the evening. Did he shower and shave just for me? There was a musky, woodsy smell of evergreen that must be his cologne, but surely, the handsome man didn’t wear cologne to impress me.
Besides, I was feeling guilty. I couldn’t get my mind off the box of toys I found in his closet, and even worse, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. After all, who touches someone else’s sex toys? Even more, who licks someone else’s dildo? But knowing that Bo had been playing with it made me so horny, and my tongue just did its thing without even thinking.
Suddenly, his voice pierced my thoughts.
“Everything okay, Haley? You seem out of it.”
I glanced at him and that blue gaze was intense. He seemed to have moved closer, his big body warming the air around my form. How long had Bo been watching me? Oh god, did I give everything away just by my expression?
It was then that I decided I had to be upfront. I’d breached his privacy, and I had to be honest about it.
“Um, well actually,” I begin.
A black brow quirks in my direction.
“Yes?”
I flush. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about something. A box, actually.”
He stares at me.
“What box?”
I squirm in my seat.
“Well, you know, that box. The one in your room.”
Bo looks amused. “Honey, I have papers and books strewn about, not to mention unopened mail, half-empty suitcases, and folders filled with random shit including correspondence from the IRS. So vague hints about a certain ‘box’ aren’t going to cut it.”
I swallow hard, and sneak a look at his expression. Those blue eyes are glowing and I almost lose my nerve.
“Well, you know the box in your bedroom closet. You know, the one on the floor? Um, with the sex toys in it?”
By now, my voice is almost a whisper, and Bo has to shift forward to catch my words. But when he hears the words “sex toys” he leans back with a smug expression on his face.
“You’re not mad are you?” I whisper, trembling in my seat. “I didn’t mean to find it. I was just cleaning your closet and it was there.”
He folds his arms over his broad chest, still looking amused.
“So you opened it.”
“Yes, I did,” I squeak out.
He tsks a bit with his tongue.
“You shouldn’t have,” he growls. “That box isn’t for little girls.”
Oh shit. My body heats up and I start going soft and loose inside. I should be apologizing profusely, but instead, I want to poke the bear. I want to tempt and tease Bo, and beg him to use those toys on me. Holy cow, what am I becoming? A shameless hussy? A wanton whore, begging for this man’s touch?
“I didn’t mean to,” I stammer again, blushing intensely. “I stumbled onto it while cleaning your closet and the lid fell off by itself. It just happened.”
The handsome man just sits there for a moment before asking silkily, “And what did you think, Haley?”
“About the box?” I squeak in a high-pitched voice. “Or the toys? Or your bedroom?”
Each item sounds sillier than the last, and I wish the Earth would just swallow me whole at this moment. But Bo merely leans back and laughs again, although there’s a devious glint in those blue eyes.
“About all of it, sweetheart. Did you like it?”
I gasp, my cheeks going scarlet.
“Like it?” I parrot. “Um, I don’t know. I didn’t even recognize everything in the box!”
He grins.
“Are you curious?”
I flush again, looking down at my hands. “About what?” I whisper.