Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I didn’t know how to go about this because I couldn’t tell his secretary exactly what I wanted. She probably knew nothing about his personal life. So I would have to get a meeting with him even though I had no business seeing him at all.
I entered his building then took the elevator to the top floor. Right when the doors opened, I came face-to-face with three secretaries all sitting behind a white desk. It was extremely quiet, and it seemed like music should play overhead. A white wall was behind them, blocking the rest of the office from view.
A pretty blonde addressed me. “How can I help you?”
“Hello.” I walked up to the desk. “I was wondering if Mr. Remington is available for about five minutes?”
Her fake smile immediately turned into a catty look. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Well, no—”
“Then he doesn’t have five minutes. He doesn’t have any time. He’s very busy, far busier than you could possibly imagine. So, if you think—”
This bitch was annoying. “Take a breath, honey.” I walked around the desk and helped myself to the back, finding him in a large office completely surrounded by glass walls. He had a perfect view of the city and the park right through his window. Just his office alone was as big as my apartment—and I paid a fortune for it.
“You can’t do that!” The blond secretary chased after me and grabbed me by the wrist. “I will call security—”
I twisted out of her grasp. “Touch me like that again, and see what happens.”
She slowly lowered her hand, her eyes fuming. She stomped her foot then rushed back to the desk to call security.
When I turned back to his office, his eyes were on me. Brown like hot coffee and deep like the sea, they were so eye-catching, they were impossible to ignore. He stayed in his seat as he watched me, his suit fitting his broad shoulders as well as it did in pictures.
I walked past the sitting area then opened the door to his office.
He stared at me—full of hostility.
“I’m sorry—”
“Don’t apologize while you do something wrong. It seems insincere.”
I let the door shut behind me, caught off guard by the deepness in his voice. His thick body was tight with rage, and he didn’t hide his annoyance at my presence. His hair was a little longer than it was in the pictures, and the subtle beard around his jaw didn’t hide how chiseled his appearance was. Then he rose to his feet, buttoning the front of his suit as he moved.
The guy gave me chills.
He was threatening, beautiful, and terrifying.
“What do you want?” He slid his hands into his pockets. “I have someone meeting me in five minutes.”
“That’s ironic. Five minutes is all I need.” I slowly stepped toward his desk, my heels tapping against the hardwood floor of his office.
“Ironic. I’m not amused.”
I carried the folder in my hands and set it on his desk, wondering if this had all been a huge mistake. “I don’t know how to go about this—”
“You usually make an appointment with one of my secretaries first.”
I grew timid as he continued to bark at me, and I wondered if I could let him fuck me for money. Was he this much of an asshole all the time? I was the one who barged into his office without permission. “I’ll be straight with you. I heard you…pay women for their V-cards. A friend of mine told me.”
His expression was just as cold as ever, not altering in the slightest way.
“And well…I’m interested…I guess.”
“Max handles all of that for me.”
“Who’s Max?”
He grabbed a business card from one of his drawers and set it at the edge of his desk. “Contact him. He’ll take care of you.”
I took the card in my hands and saw Max’s name and number written on it. He didn’t have a last name. There was no company logo. “Alright…”
He returned to his seat and looked at his computer again, like I hadn’t disturbed him in the first place. “Get out of my office. And don’t come back.”
I grabbed the folder I’d placed on his desk and slowly retreated. “Sorry…”
“What did I say about empty apologies?” He kept looking at his computer, so bored with me, he wouldn’t even look at me. There was a decanter of scotch on his desk, a picture frame, and a gray MacBook Air.
I stilled in the doorway. “Right.” I finally stepped out and walked away, relieved our interaction was over. I’d never done anything more humiliating in my life, stormed into a stranger’s office and basically asked for money in exchange for sex.
Not my finest hour.
I called Max when I got to my apartment.
“Max here,” he barked into the phone.
“Uh, hi. Slate told me to call you…”
“You spoke to Slate?” he asked in surprise.