Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
“Tomorrow, then,” he agrees. He lingers for a moment, and I think it’s happening again – he might be about to kiss me. His eyes even flicker down to my lips again, and then – “I promise you, I’m going to find out everything about your father that I can.”
I nod, trying not to show my disappointment as he steps back and then away.
“Thank you,” I call out belatedly, and he lifts a hand to wave in farewell as he walks away.
I open the doors, walk through and go inside my room where he can’t see me.
Then I dropped my shoulders because even though he was a perfect gentleman, I was so disappointed that I wanted to scream.
CHAPTER TEN
Hunter
When I close the door of my home behind me, I slump against it for a moment, so frustrated I want to scream.
I want her so badly. Every primal nerve in my body tells me to take her now, now, now. Sitting next to her in the car was maddening. All I could take in was her intoxicating scent, her body so close to mine.
I could have reached over and touched her – touched her as intimately as I liked. I could have made her scream my name in pleasure without having to take my eyes off the road.
And yet, here I am instead – home alone, when I could have had her here with me.
No, I made my choice. I’m doing it the right way. First, I help her, then I claim her, and not the other way around. I won’t take advantage of her when she’s vulnerable and then spend the rest of our lives together wondering if she’s only with me because I tricked her into it.
I won’t do that to her.
Still, it’s so frustrating. I walk in and sit down on the sofa, rubbing my palms over my eyes. Oh, I could have led her out here and up the stairs. Undressed her, piece by piece, peeling off that winter clothing to find the delicious treat underneath.
I could have buried myself deep inside her, felt her warmth around me, that sweet scent. Could have buried myself in her until she cried out in ecstasy and squeezed every last drop of come from me, her warm and wet pussy inviting me to stay forever.
I hit the coffee table harder than I intended to, trying to break whatever spell she has over me right now. I’m not like this. I’m never like this.
There has never been a woman who drove me so wild, to so much distraction. Never a woman who made my dick hard just by thinking about her fully-clothed body.
I focus on work, on the job. That’s what I do. There have been plenty of times when women tried to seduce me for some reason or another.
Some of them wanted a better price on my services. Some of them wanted to stop me from reporting their infidelity to their husbands, knowing they had been caught.
Others just heard what I do and thought it sounded hot. But I’ve resisted them all.
So, why now? Why this woman? What kind of hold does she have over me that I can’t even get close to breaking?
I should have made something up – told her that I needed more information to get started and we needed to talk more. I should have brought her back here so we could spend some more time together, making notes in my client file, and sharing some laughter and conversation.
And then what?
I know I couldn’t have resisted her if I brought her back here again. I wouldn’t have been able to withstand it for much longer.
I almost kissed her outside her dorm, for god’s sake. There’s no way I would have held back if she was here alone with me.
It’s for the best that we’re apart right now.
So why do I feel like I need to rush and get in my car and drive back over there to her?
I drop my head into my hands again. A cold shower is what I need. A cold shower to quench the teenager inside me who seems to have reared his head again twenty years too late.
My cell phone starts to ring, and I look down at it in surprise. It’s late – too late for most clients to be calling. I don’t recognize the number, either. I frown.
This better not be a call center based in another country tricking me into thinking it can’t be that because of the late hour.
“Hello, Hunter Jacobs,” I say. A habit. Just in case it is a client.
“Hunter,” she says, and I almost drop the phone.
It’s her.
“Jenna,” I say. “Are you alright? Did you forget something at my place?” I start looking around – which is ridiculous because she didn’t even come into this room.