Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Can you look over these contracts today?”
I stop typing, study the stack, and then look up at him. I’m not a fucking miracle worker. “Today?”
“There’s a last minute director's meeting in the morning and Mr. Crawford wants a full rundown of where we are with expiration dates. They are reviewing forecasts and market predictions and want to know how many more potential clients we can sign before the next quarter. Stacy is busy and Julie called in sick.”
“What about Alyssa?” I ask.
Blake rolls his eyes and we both know she doesn’t do anything other than be the office eye candy in her super short skirts and low cut shirts. Must be nice to be the CEO’s useless daughter.
I exhale knowing I have no choice. “Fine.”
“Before the end of the day,” Blake reminds me before shutting my door behind him.
I lean back in my chair and pinch the bridge of my nose. I’ve only been here for twenty minutes and the entire day is already fucked.
My door clicks open and Alyssa struts in. She hasn’t been in my office since our arrangement began and we had agreed to meet on a different floor than our own. Her bravery is nothing more than an annoyance especially considering the extra work I’m doing is because of her. I’ll make sure to give her what she deserves the next time I’m pumping my dick in and out of her mouth.
She leans against the door and smiles. Alyssa is sexy as hell with big blue eyes and a tight little body. She can blow me but she can’t blow our cover. I lick my lips and look at her like she’s lost her fucking mind.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she says, her tongue slowly running over her bottom lip, obviously up to no good.
I stop what I’m doing and interlock my fingers together. “Alyssa, what are you doing?”
“I want you, Travis.” Her voice is sweet and sultry. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I swallow. I feel my dick slightly harden by her words and stand. I stalk to her and run my fingers through her hair grabbing a hold of her head and pulling her face close to mine. I hear her moan with pleasure. Alyssa is a sex kitten who loves getting off just as much as I do. She’s undeniably fucking hot and the fact that she's my boss’s daughter, makes my cock salute a little higher. I get high on just the rush of sneaking around as it is and there can't be anything more to us than that. And it needs to stay that way.
“If you get out of my office and don’t pull shit like this again, I’ll meet you in the supply room on the second floor at lunch and will make it worth every little second.”
She leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth and growls. “Deal.”
When she leaves, I suck in a deep breath and adjust myself. Almost instantaneously, I start on the shitty busy work that Blake left for me hoping it takes me less time than he gave me. One day I’ll get a project worth something, one that’ll allow me to prove my worth to Crawford Marketing, but today is obviously not that day.
VIOLA
I’m pissed, and Travis King is to blame. It isn’t the first time, and I’m certain it won’t be the last. Flaunting himself in that perfectly tailored suit that hugs him in all the right places makes me hate him even more. My mother always told me that life wasn’t fair, and seeing him dressed like that is proof. I want to gouge out his beautiful dark brown eyes. Because of him and his stupid games, I’m rushing around to make it to the other side of campus. Travis set the foundation for my entire day. Asshole!
I like to pre-read chapters before class to make sure I’m fully aware of what will be discussed. I double-check my syllabus on my phone that I fought for this morning and read while I power walk. Call me nerdy, but I don’t have perfect grades by sliding by. Honestly, I could probably teach the classes I’m enrolled in because I’ve studied and researched the subjects so much. By some miracle, I finish the chapter and arrive to class with five minutes to spare. My shoulder is practically numb from the huge bag of books I carried across campus.
I sit down and tuck my hair behind my ears and try to calm down. My heart is racing a million miles per hour and when I close my eyes, what do I see? Travis’s stupid face, smiling and I can almost hear the rough in his voice. I close my eyes tighter, take in a deep breath, and then exhale slowly. My economics professor begins to sound like the teacher from Charlie Brown and I know I need to get a grip. Finally he asks a question about supply and demand and I raise my hand to answer.