Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Be still,” he grits out. My face warms at the realization I was just wiggling against some stranger’s cock. Hell, I’ve never wiggled on any man’s cock if I’m honest. His hands on me tighten a little more. “You ruined my suit.” He cocks his head to the side as if studying me. For some reason I wonder what he sees. Then I remember I’m covered in paint as well. I can even feel it in my hair.
I inwardly cringe. This man’s suit has got to be worth an easy grand. I’d never be able to pay something like that back. Maybe he should have been watching where he was going, I tell myself, trying to make myself feel better because I do feel a little guilty.
“I think I made it look better,” I joke, hoping to lighten the mood and dispel that hard look from his face. I glance to the side to see a man just as big as the one holding me, and he smirks. Hell, that guy’s suit probably cost even more than a thousand freaking dollars. I’m guessing he has to have it specially made to fit all this hard bulk he has going on.
“Eyes,” the stranger barks, making me jerk my eyes back to him. He looks even more pissed now. His nostrils flare and I swear he looks like a caged beast just waiting for someone to open the locked door.
“Sorry.” I smile, trying to lighten the mood once again, but it does nothing.
“Mr. Shade.” The man next to him tries to grab his attention, but Mr. Shade’s eyes never leave me. It’s almost like he can see inside me.
“Shit,” I mumble. Shade as in the building I’m painting. Great. Now I think the suit probably cost more. My shitty luck. Of course I have to ruin the suit of likely the richest man in the city. Probably the state.
“You’re coming with me.” He pulls me even closer to him. His hard cock digs into me. I lick my lips, drawing his attention there, then I move my hands to flatten on his bulky chest. God, he smells good. Like whiskey with a hint of oak. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to give him as hard of a look as he’s giving me. One that says I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care who you are.
It doesn't work.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Let me go, you big brute.” I struggle in his tight hold but can’t break free. This only makes him cock a half smile as if entertained by me trying to break free. “Who do you think you are?” I ask stupidly. I’m pissed that he thinks he has the right to just grab me and take me with him, though a small voice in my head tells me to go with him. A tiny part of me likes being pressed against him.
“Someone you owe a suit.”
“Keep dreaming,” I throw back at him tartly as if he doesn’t already have a hold on me. “I don’t even want to know what this ugly suit cost. I did you a favor,” I lie. The suit looks good on him. Too good. Even the fabric under my fingertips feels nice to the touch. I start stroking the suit absently, forgetting for a moment I’m pissed. Oh, and I’m pretty sure I’m turned on, too.
He sucks in a deep breath and I stop petting him. Embarrassment rushes over me at what I was doing. Jesus. Get it together. “How about you work off the cost of the suit?” My mouth falls open at his innuendo. Great. Of course I have to be turned on and petting a arrogent jerk who’s apparently into paying to get his cock jerked. It pisses me off but simultaneously starts off an ache in my chest.
I lift my foot and bring it down hard on his foot. Then I push at his chest as hard as I can, taking him by surprise. We both stumble. He lets me go and I trip over my own feet falling on my ass next to my backpack. It knocks the breath out of me.
I glance up to see the man only stumble back a foot or two, then gather himself to come back for me. I grab the paint can I have out, lifting it and throwing it right at him. Green paint splatters everywhere. Shock forms on his face, and I grab my bag, hop to my feet, then take off running through the crowd as fast I can. I’m petite, so I can easily cut through the mass of people. I should be able to lose him. When I glance over my shoulder I see how wrong I am. I forgot how freaking tall he was. He can easily spot me as he towers over everyone else.