Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"Isn't the steak to your liking?" Max asked innocently.
I longed to wipe that smug look off his face. He knew exactly what was bothering me. To look cool and collected, I affected a serenity I did not feel. Languidly, I lifted up my wine glass and brought it to my lips. I took a sip and welcomed the rich and complex taste of the red wine he had ordered to go with our steaks. All the while I never took my gaze off Max's all-knowing eyes.
“The steak is fine. I’m not that hungry.”
His eyes glittered in the soft lighting of the restaurant. “If you prefer, we can leave. Go back up to our suite…”
Part of me wanted to leave the restaurant and go back to our suite, but a part of me was petrified. I knew how much he wanted me; I saw it in his eyes. But what if I didn't live up to his expectations?
I wasn't worried about him not living up to my expectations. After all, I’d already had two previews on his office desk. It was my own performance I was worried about. Contrary to what most people assumed when they looked at me, I wasn't sophisticated at all. I’d only had one boyfriend in my entire life.
That was my big secret.
I’d only ever had sex with one man.
Not even Maggie knew this.
“No, I’m waiting for dessert,” I lied.
I chugged another two glasses of wine which did help calm my nerves a bit. By the time I had played around with my sumptuous Faberge egg-shaped chocolate pudding covered in a shimmering edible gold leaf and filled with champagne jelly and pretended to drink my coffee, I’d managed to convince myself that I was ready for anything and everything that he could throw at me. I stood up and swayed slightly. He regarded me with watchful eyes.
Maybe I was tipsier than I thought.
As we walked out of the restaurant, he took my hand in an unexpectedly sweet gesture. It surprised me, but also made me feel a little less slutty. I mean, what decent woman agreed to a no-strings night of torrid sex with her boss?
He let go of my hand to call the elevator, and I felt the loss of it as if all warmth had left my body. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to ignore the warning bells going off in my head. I tried not to think about tomorrow or the day after, but those thoughts refused to be pushed away. What if he fired me after this? I needed this job desperately to keep up with my mom's mortgage payments. I didn't want to admit it before, but my savings were really dwindling fast.
I pushed all those niggling worries away.
For one night, just tonight, I wanted to have fun, and after that, Mr. Frost and I could go back to our roles as boss and personal assistant. For this one night, I was going to pretend to be his date, which was easy to do in an anonymous city. Besides, I’d had my chance to say no earlier this evening when he first told me I was coming with him as his fuck toy.
We didn't speak as we strolled down the corridor. Our feet were so silent on the thick carpet I could hear the blood pounding in my temples.
Then, he opened our door and waited for me to enter first. For a second, I stood at the threshold. This is it, Lillian. This is your last chance to escape. I glanced sideways at him. He was watching me and his eyes were so incredibly beautiful I felt a strange tingling at the pit of my stomach. I’d never met a man with such stunning eyes. The wine was singing in my veins. I had to have him. No matter what. Consequences be damned.
I took a step forward and entered the suite. He followed me into the room. Suddenly, we were standing in the middle, facing each other.
My thighs trembled. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat. "Mr. Frost," I began and could have kicked myself. Where did that come from?
But it seemed to please him. A mocking smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I like it when you call me Mr. Frost, especially when you’re begging me to fuck you.”
A delicious shudder shot through me. I was powerless to resist him. Almost against my will, I started to undress for him. I unzipped the dress and let it drop to the floor. He looked at my chest. “I need everything off.”
I undid my bra and allowed my breasts to pop out. My chest heaved making my breasts undulate with the rhythm of my breathing.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Max growled, as he hungrily devoured me with his eyes. He undid the first two buttons on his shirt, then he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor.