Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“It is all part of the plan.” When she remains quiet, I work my scruff-covered jaw from side to side. “If you want her removed from your building, you need to trust me.”
She takes her time replying, which agitates me more than her unease about my plan. “I still don’t understand how any of this works. How will falling in love with you force her to vacate the premises?”
“It isn’t about how deeply she falls.” A trickle of doubt creeps through my veins when I sound devastated instead of scheming while quoting my brother. “It is how badly I break her heart after she’s fallen that will see her accepting her family’s invitation to move abroad.”
“If she falls in love with you.”
I shift on my feet to face the bathroom before a smile tilts one side of my mouth. I started my ruse in a towel for a reason. I wanted to gauge Angel’s interest.
She’s invested in what I’m selling. The only difference this time around is that it is the first time in years I can admit the same.
4
ANGEL
My face burns with anger when Christian’s deep accented voice trickles through the vents in the bathroom floor. “She will fall in love with me. I’ll make sure of it.”
I inch away from the heat outlet to ensure my voice doesn’t project through it like Mrs. Richler’s and Christian’s before whispering in a low tone, “You dirty rotten scoundrel!”
It takes everything I have not to storm out of the bathroom to give Christian a piece of my mind. The only reason I don’t is this is the proof I’ve been seeking to prove to my lawyer that Mrs. Richler’s tactics to remove the scarce number of tenants left in our building are undermining and scheming.
Until now, I only had theories.
Now I have watertight evidence.
Well, I will once I activate the spyware I tried to put in the lobby last month when Mrs. Richler was out sick with the flu.
I knew there was more to Christian’s sudden arrival than he had made out. My spidey-senses were tingling all over the place, so I devised a plan before pretending I desperately needed a shower so it could be hatched in privacy.
Yeah, right. If you believe that, you probably still think Santa is real.
I’m not solely maintaining my cool for proof that Mrs. Richler is evil, nor to authenticate the size of the package beneath Christian’s towel. I merely have nothing better to do with my time, so why not dwindle the hours I dread more than my orphan status by teaching a man that not all women trip over their feet for the first sexy face they see?
Christian has a six-pack that could clean my bed sheets the old-fashioned way my great nana would be proud of and a face that will forever entice wetness, but being insanely attractive doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick.
Shaking my ass in an underground dance club didn’t grant me a one-on-one meeting with the owner of my building, so I refuse to let Christian’s devastatingly tempting body push Mrs. Richler’s side of our agenda, either.
He’s about to be taught a lesson, and for once, I’m excited when my once-favorite Christmas movie rolls through my head.
Oh, Kevin! Thank you for the laughs and for announcing what must happen next.
5
CHRISTIAN
Holy mother of God…
Brushed-out hair, a makeup-free face, and the tiniest towel in the history of towels make this an unfair fight. I should have demanded an increase in the astronomical fee Jimmy, my brother, usually charges for jobs like this while walking Mrs. Richler to the door.
I’m cocky as fuck and have the dick to back up my arrogance, but even he is down for the count while watching Angel’s prance across the living room floor.
My heart refuses to beat, fearing it’ll miss a single nanosecond of the spectacular show she’s putting on.
Angel is gorgeous clothed.
Out of them… fuck.
For the umpteenth time today, her curves have me wanting to backpedal on my plan to dominate Ravenshoe’s surging real estate market. This isn’t a good foundation for my brother’s infamous break-her-heart-and-watch-her-run-into-the-arms-of-the-closest-family-member ruse.
I should have gone with the neighbor-from-hell scheme. That was the plan until apartment 17A was sold for a record-setting price with no cooling-off period. Its sale increased the value of the apartments in this block by forty-three percent and tripled my eagerness to get this apartment into my name sooner rather than later.
Although I could have switched things up for the roommate-from-hell plot when Angel remained in the bathroom for almost an hour after Mrs. Richler left, my cock spoke before my head—as it is again now.
There are a hundred ways I can assist Mrs. Richler in removing Angel from the building’s occupancy register, but since this is the only one that will keep me in Angel’s presence long enough to work out why my cock suddenly has all the say in my business decisions, I act like my IQ isn’t as high as it is.